Field Of Nerds

See the chemists in white smocks,
Brown pants, black shoes and white socks.
They roam the lab in humpbacked herds,
A mumbling, bumbling field of nerds.

With vision great but eyesight poor,
They stop to squint through the lab hood door
In search of everlasting fame
Above the Bunsen Burner's flame.

They watch with patience through the days
As tests are run in random ways.
And when their undertaking fails,
They pause and sniff their fingernails.