“Greetings, Hello, It’s nice to be hear,
And I’d like to begin by making it clear…”
Earolin: I’m a product of science with a slight transmutation,
That can probe what are presently eleven dimensions.47
I can take you on excursions to multiple worlds,48
Both the micro and macro and those barely unfurled,
Or record all your pictures, movies and sounds,
My processors work at speeds that astound!
(Apparently, in whatever direction you point me,
I will appropriate and exceed all forms of physical technology.)
I’m a whimsical instrument for intellectual interrogation,
The fusion of forms,51 the falling of strings,52
I’m a Time Machine, Jabberwock,53 napkin ring.
If you hang-out with me and I’ll widen your sphere,
By carving holes in your logic till all sense gets unclear,54
All words being equal55 – this is perfectly fine,
Especially when we can make it all rhyme.56
So lets pickle a thing, and stuff it in a jar,57
Or grind it and smoke it58 in a big fat cigar.
Or invent a new language that’s made out of blobs,
That articulates meaning through quivers and throbs.59
A description would be there – albeit in code,
The cipher for which, some call Rheomode.60
Oh, I’m an imaginative play-thing that’s always been here
…It just took a French madman to help make this clear.61
Chorus: Eaaaaaaaaar, Ooooooooooo, Liiiiiiiiiiiiin!