It swirled in space and found a way, To Murphys cave of gold.
In more than one dimension. Into a waiting fold.
One dark and stormy morning, A pencil for a tool,
Murphy clutched its Quantum tail And grabbed its inner jewel.
Once and forever captured, By Murphys special gift,
Through his line and color, Our dreams are set adrift.
Written by Jacquie Schmall