To the tune of Give my Regards to Broadway

     words by Kevin Krisciunas, 1987

     (best done while tap dancing, if you can)


Give me a supernova,
A bright one in the northern sky.
Something like minus seventh magnitude.
I beg you don't be shy.
Zap me with your neutrinos.
Produce a little lead and gold.
Give me a bright new star at night
Before I'm wrinkled, grey, and old.