Quick, Igor, Fetch the Subject

Quick, Igor, Fetch the Subject By Elton Camp At last Dr. Fraggle has achieved success He’s developed a potion to bring distress “A mad scientist they dare to call me! Now who’s insane we will very soon see.” “For if my elixir proves to work under test Its power will soon be felt by all the rest.” “Helping mankind has been far overrated Most people I meet, I’ve instantly hated.” “My research, grants foundations all deny. But their evaluations were nothing but a lie.” “That my work has value they will now find My potion’s fumes will change their mind.” “Other scientists will beat a path to my door. None will ever dare to revile me anymore.” “And the grand name of Fraggle will be hailed Unless I fail and then I’ll probably be jailed.”