Doctor of Philosophy

The little ants all scurry
To get to the top of the pile
In a hurry,
They twist, they turn,
They never tarry,
They sit and they stew
And practice semantics,
To reach Ph. D's,
They engage day and night
In ridiculous rantings,
And torture small minds
In absolute frantics,
While the big cheese, up high,
Laughs like hell
At their antics.

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2005 Alfred Charasz