‘Twas the night before Mole Day
Everything out of sight,
All the students gone home
The chem lab locked tight.
It was ten twenty-three
And we had begun
Preparations for Mole Day,
Holy moley, what fun!
Avogadro the beaker
Climbed out of his drawer,
The rest of us followed him,
All six hundred two more.
To Ms. Gankiewicz’s desk
We excitedly ran,
Stole the substitute folder
And her daily class plan.
Hiding and taking things was our delight
And round and round the room we scurried,
But when the clock struck 6:02
Back into our drawers we hurried.
As Ms. Gankiewicz entered
Her room the next day,
She found some things missing
But thought, “Nah, there’s no way!”
Revenge for mistreatments
We rendered that night.
‘Tis just a reminder,
Treat your lab equipment right.
(This is a reprint from the October 1993 issue, page 11. Eva Gankewicz Merkel asked her students to write a poem, entitled ‘Twas the night before Mole Day, as part of their Mole Day observance. Here is one of the results.)
