Pitter-Patter

Ferrous Boomer,

Boomer, Boomer, Boomer

Now's not the time

For a day off

Echoes too fused to matter

Soften Pitter-Patter sounds

Rabid war dogs taught tricks

To be hell's sleuth-hounds

Sniffing if Occam's razor

Was made to simplify purity

The dirty matters to E=mc2

True conversion hates impurity

Remember daughters and sons 1961

Satellites often vacation in strange lands

All saw the sun bloom on Earth

While seismic ears heard

The Pitter-Patter of Mother's little feat

Children of science Pupniks walking

Howling for more Shot Dogs in heat

Echoes in the small voice of Tsar Bomba

And Andrei still hears

The Pitter-Patter of Mother's little feat

Shirt pockets of treats

Determined to solve

The big dog questions today

Of how big can the sticks be

So the plane dropping the tricks

Can still fly away ---

Echoes too fused to matter

Soften Pitter-Patter sounds

Rabid war dogs taught tricks

To be hell's sleuth-hounds

Sniffing if Occam's razor

Was made to simplify purity

The dirty matters to E=mc2

True conversion hates impurity

Come Boomer, it's time for one last walk

Aunti Matter is preparing our last supper

One light year away is the best seat

At her atomic table to see we can beat

The Pitter-Patter of Mother's little feat

What's wrong, Boomer-you're shaking- do you hear something coming?

© 2026 John Osinga. All rights reserved. St. Thomas, Ontario, Canada.

Genre: Cold War Folk / Mythic Satire / Historical Americana

Mood: Intense