God rest ye merry physicists
With space and time combined,
Preserving fields of particles
By cosmic rays maligned,
To save us all from gravity when grants are running low...
 
 

CHORUS
For tidings of superstrings of joy, strings of joy,
For tidings of superstrings of joy.

Non-fermi liquids fill our glass,
Polymerically sublime,
Non-equilibrium our branes
Will gauge the merry rhyme,
To save us all from gravity when grants are running low...
 
 

CHORUS
For tidings of superstrings of joy, strings of joy,
For tidings of superstrings of joy.

To all experimentalists
We wish you photon speed,
Detecting Higgs and superstrings
So theorists can procede,
To save us all from gravity when grants are running low...
 
 

CHORUS
For tidings of superstrings of joy, strings of joy,
For tidings of superstrings of joy.
 
  --S. Vaughan