I Wanted to Tell a Funny Chemistry Joke, but All the Good Ones are Gone
The clock in your Chrysler Imperial strikes 3 a.m.
Far along the dark road you spot a diner
Its flickering lights could be spotted from the Hoover Dam
A diner illuminated by a gas no diviner
As you pull into the diner lot
You spot an old man popping pills
What a wonder medicines are for this lot
Crafted by our special gas to cure the ill
3D printing and the countless welds of the walls
Food, and even the scuba diver inside
The lightning you hang along the halls
Products of the 3rd most abundant gas outside
The 18th element on the periodic table
Do not forget it, for I have just told you Argon’s fable