The modern day web is very much like an eccentric library. You could be surfing along and could step on something weird yet utterly delightful such as this.
A poem that is about a microbe and yet also about the uncertain bases of certainity. In this day and age of faith-based warfare and terrorism I am sure this could be something that should go in our textbooks. To imagine this was written as early as 1896! Signing off, Vishnu VyasThe Microbe - by Hilaire Belloc
The Microbe is so very small You cannot make him out at all, But many sanguine people hope To see him through a microscope. His jointed tongue that lies beneath A hundred curious rows of teeth; His seven tufted tails with lots Of lovely pink and purple spots, On each of which a pattern stands, Composed of forty separate bands; His eyebrows of a tender green; All these have never yet been seen— But Scientists, who ought to know, Assure us that they must be so…. Oh! let us never, never doubt What nobody is sure about!