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Appendix B4: Ode to Langseth |
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 | There once was a ship from Panama, a western legend I’m told She sailed the shallow seas, in search of the oily black gold Then one day she took to a yearnin’ ... to go in search of science and learnin’ The Marcus G. Langseth ‘s the vessel that now sails the ocean blue She’s more than a rusty train trestle, Her crew seeks out what is True. Now the crew is a mismash of people that you’d seldom find beneath a church steeple... Instead, there’s those wild, wacky gunners Give em a couple of shots, then they get funner. Those in control think they’re on the bridge, but we all know it’s the galley with the keys to the fridge. The deck is the realm of the hardworking seaman, But if you see any paintin, you must be dreamin! Then there’s the group from WHOI, who fret that their balls go KABLOOI!! And they work so well with the boys of Scripps, frantically trying to get rid of the blips. The MMOs never see a whale, still they listen to PAM to no avail. At full power the ship don’t go fast, The engineers divert power to a frigid blast. The PI’s keep the students editing pings, But they chat, gossip, and do other things. Last are the science Techs earnestly tring to give us more data, but it’s time for a drink, we’ll take that shit later!!!! |
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