Both Bohr and Einstein liked to fight.
I bet my sense on Bohr
Though neither makes much sense. Alright,
Just say I trust one more.
Let God play dice. I think She does!
That's how things got this way.
It isn't all that bad because
With Gods we get to play.
Bohr set us straight, and Einstein, too,
Though underlying all
Is stuff that does what stuff will do
But still won't let us fall.
If you have any comments on this poem, Frank Hubeny would be
pleased to hear from you.