Once the little Hiawatha
Took a course in college physics,
Bought the books and signed the papers,
Came into the lab and sat down,
Saw the students gently blowing,
Blowing gently on the onions!
Soon the reading 'gan to increase –
Tenfold rose in next to no time,
Hundred-, thousand-fold it crept up,
Half-a-million, then three quarters,
Till at last it reached a million."Ah, the miracles of science!"
Quoth astounded Hiawatha.
"Totem I'll forsake, and peace-pipe,
Quick give up my native culture,
For the white man knows that blowing
Gently, gently, on the onions
Will increase the reading greatly,
Reaching even to a million!"Your gentle breath, O man of science,
Has blown away the rocks of ages,
Leaving us a pan of onions,
And a gauge to read the pressure.