Tradition fails: which muse shall I invoke?
Is poetry at odds with this, our field?
Must we empiricists our songs revoke?
But hear: need faith in intuition yield?
For mechanism is a deadly curse
Anathema to deeper rumination
But inspiration underlined with verse
Brings intuition in coordination.
While blind statistics verge upon uncouth,
A synergy of brains both right and left,
Ensures that we steer closer to the truth
With insights new, our thesis bright and deft:
A partnership of qual’ and quant’ illuminates the dark;
We bless the union, two are one: at last, a muse to hark.