An oceanographer walks into a bar ­— wait, she *pretends* to be an oceanographer — A marine biologist, straight from a seminar About a new species she’s about to decipher. “These dolphins”, she declares, “compute in binary, They teach their young about Descartes, They store seaweed during winter in a granary, Because... they’re that smart!” The whole bar just stares at her in awe Eyes wide open, mouths agape “It’s true”, she says, “just like I foresaw... And even better, I have it all on tape!” “These dolphins”, she proclaims, “know how to pivot tables, They teach their young about modern art Travel the oceans on underwater cables Because... they’re that smart!” “Is it really so?”, a voice comes from the back “I’ve never heard of such a creature Dolphins are smart, I can see that But I don’t think they have such a culture” “These dolphins”, she exclaims, “are not widely known Not many scientists can tell these dolphins apart From other dolphins, they keep into their own Because… they’re that smart!” “I see your point there, I guess you might be right Too many mysteries remain under the sea Let’s not argue then, let’s not get into a fight We both love the ocean, and that is clear to me!” “These dolphins”, she indicates, “are friends with everyone They have big brains, and an even bigger heart They don’t pay taxes, they don’t have a 401 (k) Because… they’re that smart! They're that smart!"

The wind blows from the East Around my back it meanders Bringing me all the questions When all I have are the answers The sun sets down on the West Diving deeply into the blue I lose a day but then I get All the turns that the world’s gonna do I still look up to the stars Even though they’re long gone I’m still looking for my path Why is it so that I must always travel alone? But I guess I’m the lucky one I kept going forth When I traveled to the South You were always my true North But I guess I’m the lucky one I just kept going forth and forth and forth and forth When I traveled to the South You were always My one true North