Peter Thies would like to sing some of his favorite carols to us...

We three quarks fine particles are
Bearing charm we travel afar
Fields and forces, spin of course is
Multiplied by h-bar.
Oh, quarks are wondrous, quarks are light
Quarks have colors, clear and bright.
Still misleading, still exceeding
All the physicists' insight.

We three quarks trade gluons all day
All baryons are made in this way.
Confined inside, we always hide
Unseen forever stay.
Oh, quarks are wondrous, quarks are light
Quarks have colors, clear and bright.
Still misleading, still exceeding
All the physicists' insight.

-- Oberlin College

God rest ye merry physics profs
Let nothing you dismay.
Don't moan or cry if you must all
Grade finals Christmas Day
To save you from the Registrar
If grades aren't on the way.
Chorus: Oh, oh, tidings of As, Bs and Cs
Mostly Cs
Oh, oh tidings of As, Bs and Cs.

-- Oberlin College

Decke the halls with spools of wire
Fa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
My oscilloscope's on fire
Fa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
Who has taken my resistors?
Fa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
Sing a song of bad transistors
Fa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la Fa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
My new circuit has no wires
Fa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
All the op-amps have no gain
Fa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
Electronics is a pain
Fa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la

Work till midnight then work longer
Fa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
Watch that circuit get still wronger
Fa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
If it has a major defect
Fa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
Fix it as an honors project
Fa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la

Shoot the walls with Star Trek's phasors
Fa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
Made from Hunter's diode lasers
Fa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
Though they glow with opalescence
Fa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
Still can't see the darn flourescence
Fa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la

-- Oberlin College

Dashing through space-time
At the speed of light
Through vector fields we go
With our colors bright.
Kepping constant speed
In every frame is right.
Oh what fun it is to be a photon on the night!

CHORUS:
Decibels, photocells,
Now I'm going to lase.
Oh what fun it is to be a boson in the rays.
Hey!
Grad of dels, colored gels,
Diffraction grating blaze.
Oh what fun it is to be a boson in the rays.

Cut across the lab
By a mirror steered
Through the slits we go
Nothing do we fear.
Back again we come
To the screen we've veered.
Oh what fun it is to be a photon interfered.

(Chorus)

-- Oberlin College