In the vessel, each particle swirls,
Moving fast, in spins and twirls,
A molecular dance, of scale unseen,
Here things happen as in a dream.
Soon they draw near, and come together,
One by one, they meet each other.
The one, long and spindly, like a serpent he,
Will be the victim of our tragedy,
Ancient men, in their perplexion,
May cry "bromos!" upon inspection.
The part he plays, unfortunately,
Is such that he will no longer be.
The other? Why, he is cunning--
Sneaks up behind in a manner stunning,
Be cautious if you do come near,
His name alone inspires fear.
Once he comes upon his brother,
They soon collide with one another.
They dance a dance,
And they do shudder,
For by the end they know each other.
Though neither has remained the same,
Something new may come again.
From this brief duel do spring anew,
Two friends, each one forever true.
For as they change there name, hereby,
Will they remain forever sly.
