He sent them word that we would try
To pass where they had failed
And after we were done, to them
The new proof would be mailed.
My notion was to start again
Ignoring all they'd done
We quickly turned it into code
To see if it would run.
When they discovered our results
Their hair began to curl
Instead of understanding it
We'd run the thing through PRL.
Don't tell a soul about all this
For it must ever be
A secret, kept from all the rest
Between yourself and me.