An old astronomer there was Who lived up in a tower, Named Ptolemy Copernicus Flammarion McGower. He said: "I can prognosticate With estimates correct; And when the skies I contemplate, I know what to expect. When dark'ning clouds obscure my sight, I think perhaps 'twill rain; And when the stars are shining bright, I know 'tis clear again." And then abstractedly he scanned The heavens, hour by hour, Old Ptolemy Copernicus Flammarion McGower.
