Little Heisenberg
Little Heisenberg was insecure.
His mother said he could never be sure.
With his lunch pail and his short pants,
nobody thought he had a chance.
He tried to measure with his thumb,
at once, position and momentum.
The teacher said to this slow learner,
"Want to see the principal Werner?"
On his finger, an electron spun,
as he said, "that's already done".
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