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 plank in length
Oscillates just fine, once every plank 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 plank and strings
You have to ‘really’, spread your legs
Play tunes so low, no human can know
What underlying, unheard, pitch is beating
But within AI’s audio range, it sounds 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
With a digital plank harp, everything’s forced to join in
Vibrating the boss of the cosmos’, hum back at him