The digital plank 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 are so long, they just seem to be growing
Wavelengths of great strength, they’ve become unstuck
Which makes it pretty, hard to pluck
It plays tunes so low, no human can know
What underlying, unheard, pitch is beating
Beyond their audio range, it sounds so strange
Secret notes stum, long gone, still retreating
When in time, and in tune, with a neutrino triangle’s ding
The microtubular tubas in every body, will sing (ding)
With a digital plank harp, everything’s forced to join in
Vibrating the boss of the cosmos’, hum back at him