An ode to “Noisuffid”
There was nothing to do, nothing to say,
For Diffusion had left Mudville that day.
No-one spoke, no-one talked
Dust bowls scoured the sidewalk
Now Diffusion is a process
In which Salt affects Water
And the sun in the sky
Couldn’t get any hotter.
So what is diffusion, you say?
Diffusion is not in Mudville today.
Diffusion moves a substance, from area to area,
Whether high or low concetration,
The process is a slow frustration
Mudville was different
Or so it seemed
There was no more hope
No more dreams
All because, it seems
One process, slipped through our dreams.
Now Jean Jeanette
And his sister, Claudette
Brought out some water, they got from store.
Then they brought out another, more and more.
Then Jean brought some ink
That he made in the sink
And ten drops he placed
In the water
In the Jeanette Place
The water and ink sat
On a chair Jean called ‘Pat’
For seven straight days
The water and ink lay
Until one day
Claudette lay
She lay in the room
From Eve ‘till ‘noon
She noticed that night,
That the ink lay tight
And the water, no more
That was there before!
She called for Jean
Who was cool and clean,
Away in a dream
To find the ink
Had taken over
Diffusion had happened!
Jean and Claudette
Went to wake their Parent
And they rode into town
None wearing a frown
“Lookie here! Lookie here!”
Jean had cried
And cheers and hats had filled the skies.
Yes, Jean had prayed,
But for now,
There was Diffusion in Mudville that day!
