In Memory Of Edward Wilson, Who Repented Of What Was In His Mind To Write After Section

Rigid Body (sings).

  Gin a body meet a body
  Flyin’ through the air,
  Gin a body hit a body,
  Will it fly? and where?
  Ilka impact has its measure,
  Ne’er a ane hae I,
  Yet a’ the lads they measure me,
  Or, at least, they try.

  Gin a body meet a body
  Altogether free,
  How they travel afterwards
  We do not always see.
  Ilka problem has its method
  By analytics high;
  For me, I ken na ane o’ them,
  But what the waur am I?