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A little mousey man he was
     With board, and chalk in hand;
And millions were awestruck because
     They couldn’t understand.
Said he: ‘E equals MC2:
          I’ll prove it true.’

No doubt you can, your marvel man,
     But will it serve our good?
Will it prolong our living span
     And multiply our food?
Will it bring peace between the nations
          To make equations?

Our thanks are due no doubt to you
     For truth beyond our ken;
But after all what did you do
     To ease the lot of men?
How can a thousand ‘yous’ be priced
          Beside a Christ?