Around the hub, the galaxies turn Pinwheels scrubbed, in magnetic urn Gravity attracts, while motion glides Equal force acts, to sustain the rides The Milky Way, is towed along Its center conveyed, by nature's song The flux lines strum, as they pass by A radio hum, an electrical sigh And so it be, with our own sun By magnetic sea, its field is spun The axial spin, then thus does tow It's satellites in an induction row The best conductors turn fairly fast While the resistors last with the past Lines of force roll round the outside Because the course is too dense inside When the field of the planet is low It tends to yield all turning flow If more than one set of poles it has It will turn yet, but less as lines pass
Pinwheels scrubbed, in magnetic urn
Gravity attracts, while motion glides
Equal force acts, to sustain the rides
The Milky Way, is towed along
Its center conveyed, by nature's song
The flux lines strum, as they pass by
A radio hum, an electrical sigh
And so it be, with our own sun
By magnetic sea, its field is spun
The axial spin, then thus does tow
It's satellites in an induction row
The best conductors turn fairly fast
While the resistors last with the past
Lines of force roll round the outside
Because the course is too dense inside
When the field of the planet is low
It tends to yield all turning flow
If more than one set of poles it has
It will turn yet, but less as lines pass