Sung to the tune of “Five green and speckled frogs”.
Schrodinger had a cat
Inside a box he sat
With the lid closed tight and locked shut. Meow. Meow.
Inside the box with him
Was a vial of poison
When it opens we know not yet. Uh oh.
Is the cat dead or not?
That is the train of thought.
When we cannot observe it now. Hmm hmm
Perhaps it can be both.
Or maybe not, but now
You have a grasp of quantum thought. Phew done.