The logician's wonderful music.

Pencil licker picked up his flute and drums,

And he played the banjo and shook his buns,

And "A", a lonely predicate, never negated and true,

Heard the wonderful music and became a little less blue,

“I’ll just scoot my ass and shake it till the dawn of morrow”

In ecstasy it cried, and it boogied itself to lesser sorrow.

The laws known to pencil licker and "A" were lifted away,

"Minus A", the no longer excluded middle, saw the light of day.