Biologist!

'Twas brillig and the slithy Gove

Did gyre and gimble in the House

All mimsy were the ministers

And the Training and Development Agency out-dowse

'Beware the biologist, my son!

The plants that bite, the

quadrats that catch!

Beware the psychology bird and shun

The frumious physicist!'

He took his chemical sword in hand:

Long time the green-leaved foe he sought -

So rested he by the periodicity tree,

And stood awhile in thought.