The digital planck harp is a curious instrument
Plays any pitch, tone or tune, you can invent
Unlike other plucked superstrings you see
It’s unlimited in its range of frequencies
But here’s the thing, the shortest string
Has great strength, at just one planck in length
Oscillates just fine, once every planck time
Can’t go flat. or get higher pitched than that
And do you know, down low, it just keeps going
The strings so long, they just seem to be growing
Wavelengths of great strength, they’ve become unstuck
Which makes it pretty, hard to pluck
Not being rude, or crude, with this interlude
But it’s unladylike to play, girls resist, I beg
Cos to wrap around the planck and strings
You have to ‘really’, spread your legs
Play tunes so low, no human can know
What underlying, unheard, pitch is beating
Beyond our audio range, it sounds strange
Secret notes strum, long gone, still retreating
When in time and in tune, with a neutrino triangle’s ding
The microtubular tubas in every body, will sing
With a digital planck harp, everything’s forced to join in
Vibrating the boss of the cosmos’, hum back at him