(85) May 19, 2010: H2

H2

It’s colorless, odorless, tastelessly bland,
But makes up three-quarters of all that’s at hand.
It’s solid by land, and liquid by sea;
You breathe it in you and I breathe it in me,
There isn’t a place where a Hydrogen’s not
No matter how cold, no matter how hot,
No matter how far, no matter how near
There’s even a Hydrogen stuck in your ear.
It’s made of just one tiny proton of stuff
And a speedy electron that give it some fluff.
Wherever you go you’ll find Hydrogen there,
And wherever there’s one, you’ll find it’s a pair.

D. Edgar Lamp

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