If you should see down the street
a man equipped with dipole feet,
a family of curves tagged on behind,
he’s a Radar Man with a micro mind.
His eyes take on a neon gleam,
his arms outstretch to a Yagi beam,
and with the passing of the years
he gets infinite impedance between his ears.
The Doc looked up from his microscope,
turned to his colleague and softly spoke,
“No trace of a brain can I say I find,
he’s a Radar Man with a micro mind”.
With thanks to Norman Gilbert, ex Marconi, Chelmsford for this contribution.