Send in the Clowns Biology

To the tune of "Send in the Clowns"
So this is it, A few bases to go, I've tried and I've tried but the techniques's so slow. I've poured my gels, I've run quite a few. Full of bubbles, they leaked and why I never knew. But where are the clones? I've got to have clones, The end is so near. Is my broth rich? Does it look clear? Contamination is something I always fear. Are my plaques blue? They shouldnt be, No DNA left I'm down on my knees, So give me some clones? I've got to have clones, The end is so near. I've had bad preps, There've been quite a few, Ive tried all brands of PEG, fresh buffers, but nothing would do. And though they say, Solutions will keep, In my hands they last no more than a week. So send me some clones? I've got to have clones, The end is so near. I've read my gels, My eyes are quite sore, There's still sequence missing, of this I am sure. But there it is!! Finally done. I've conquered this fragment and now I have won. Whats's this I hear? A voice from the door. My supervisor wants 10kb more! So give me some clones, I've got to have clones, Or I'll be here all year! 

Celsium's Strange

Cesium's Strange (Tune, People are strange - The Doors)
Cesium's strange, when you're a stranger Consummate danger, ready to blow. Water is wicked, wet and unwanted, Folks are unfriendly, when you glow. Don't take it out in the rain. You're insane! You're insane! Don't you remember the pain? You're insane! You're insane! You're insane - Cesium's strange, pregnant with danger, Hand the next stranger a kilo or two. Pour on the water, lamb at the slaughter, Bathe in the light that is blue, sky-blue! Don't take it out in the rain. You're insane! You're insane! You'll always remember the pain. You're insane! You're insane! You're insane 

Donald MacDonald From The Isle's

Donald MacDonald from the Isle of Skye (or maybe it was Neil McNell from Barra, but anyway..) went to study at an English university and was living in the hall of residence with all the other students there. After he had been there a month, his mother came to visit him (no doubt carrying reinforcements of tatties, salt herring, oatmeal and whisky). "And how do you find the English students, Donald?" she asked. "Mother," he replied, "they're such terrible, noisy people. The one on that side keeps banging his head on the wall and won't stop. The one on the other side screams and screams all night." "Oh Donald! How do you manage to put up with these awful noisy English neighbors?" "Mother, I do nothing. I just ignore them. I just stay here quietly, playing my bagpipes."