TO A LIGHT PARTICLE

Wee sleekit, cowrin, tim’rous photon, wha cannae choose which path tae go on when presented wi' twa open gates through which to travel, will at different points at different rates fringe patterns ravel.
	Oh whit a panic’s in thy breastie! Twa Magyar men with science hasty claim if the gates are never open the baith thegither, through which ye went acts as a token so fringes wither.
Fear not yon twa Hungarian men, Dick Sillitto does thy ways weel ken and if ye have length enough and time through both tae wiggle ye’ll interfere wi' yoursel’ well fine if fast they jiggle.
	Dick tells Catherine to use microwaves to dirl the gates as fast as he says. She, in a cellar gloomy and dark, puts ye to the test. Thy fringes come in right on the mark showing Dick kent best.
Mony talk o’er thy quantum mystery, mair folk should ken aboot this histr’y, Ye weigh sae little and gang sae fast sae relativistic- Pathfinding astounds and fringes last So proved Cath and Dick.

Dedicated to Dick Sillitto on his 80th birthday.