SCHRODINGER'S CAT

When 'ere I'm reminded of Schrodinger's cat,

I cannot but wonder where the wee fellow's at.

Is he locked in the box and thus cattily bitchin'?

Or is he at large, lapping cream in the kitchen?

Is he digging a cat-hole out back by the fence?

Or hanging by tail from a tree in suspense?

Is he live? Is he dead?

Is he single or wed?

   Has he kittens or not?   

              

Is he cold? Is he hot?

                                              

                        I believe he's just fine, and not dead as I'd feared,                                         

                        But that Schrodinger guy? He is just flippin' weird!