This poem came to mind when I was looking back at some old ideas that Aristotle had about the laws of motion. I decided that I would write a poem about it that could be sung to the tune of "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star", although if I were to ever make a video of it I'd make a split screen and add in a harmony to make it more interesting, because the tune is only interesting for one stanza. Meanwhile, if you happen to have the eleventh edition of Paul G. Hewitt's Conceptual Physics, this contains a few references to Page 19.
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Twinkle, Twinkle little star
Turning circles from afar
No beginning and no end
No escape from the curve's bend
Pure and perfect without flaw
Set apart from worldly law
Spared by their distance from us
Never mind Copernicus
If not for the veil of space
Sin would pull them from their place
Stained by vice amongst your grace
Like the moon's corroded face
Earth is up and down and drear
Everything is flat 'round here
Hollow without quintessence
Flowless sans music's presence
Thus is all of motion's model
So said thinker Aristotle
Your Honor,
Emperor Kraggh
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