Louis Slotin Songtext

To hold what I find myself to close to grip
Lesser concerns! Lesser concerns! I can almost put my tongue to it!
Problems on problems, they farm a garrote.
Now here's how you solve them:
Put your knee in my back, let your hands do the sawing.
What I wouldn't give for a billion smaller problems.
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