Hello, Muddah! Hello, Gramma! Here I am in Alabama With some teachers and Bob Gotwals They are tryin' to teach us how to make models. There's a short an' dorky fellah Keeps insistin' we learn STELLA. Dearest Gramma, Darling Muddah, I don't understand this thing called Runge-Kutta. Take me home my brain is full I Can't decide which hair to pull and Though the weather's great, The hell will start each day at only eight. All our meals are on a buffet But they have no shrimp etouffe Once a while, when someone fusses They arrange a night out with some yellow busses. Tried a model of people votin' But the voters were explotin' And ground water with pollution Keeps resistin' all my efforts at solution. They have staff that's tireless and Now the dorms are wireless But two weeks here without a lull Really is quite incontheivable. One team's modelin' overfishin' And another nuculer fission We got bunnies and wolves a pouncin' We got models that got balls that keep on bouncin' Some guy's tryin' visual Basic Now his eyes need to have LASIK Had a tourguide name of Tammy She's a Nazi here in Ala-freakin'-bammy. Take me home my disk is thrashin' I can't stand my models crashin' I don't want to gripe The pit is cold, my roomate's gettin' ripe... Wait a minute, lines are mergin' Now my model is convergin' All a sudden, t'ings look bettah Dearest family kindly disregard this lettah. |