I Came Across This...

Enclosed in this blog post is a poem that, for some reason, reminds me of the scientific community that is dominated by Darwinian thinking. Enjoy!

Their Way, by Bob Blues

I came with all my books, lived in dorms, followed directions. 
I worked, I studied hard, met lots of folks who had connections. 
I crammed, they gave me grades, and may I say not in a fair way. 
But more, much more than this, I did it their way. 

I learned all sorts of things although I know I'll never use them. 
The courses that I took were all required, I didn't choose them. 
You'll find that to survive it's best to act the doctrinaire way. 
And so I buckled down and did it their way. 

Yes, there were times I wondered why 
I had to crawl when I could fly. 
I had my doubts, but after all, 
I clipped my wings, and learned to crawl. 
I had to bend, and in the end 
I did it their way. 

And so, my fine young friends, now that I'm a full professor 
Where once I was oppressed, now I've become the cruel oppressor. 
With me you'll learn to cope, you'll learn to climb life's golden stairway. 
What can I do?  What can I do? 
Open your books.  Read chapter two. 
And if it seems a bit routine, 
Don't come to me, go see the dean. 
As long as they give me my pay 
I'll do it their way.