Home, Home on the Range
(To be sung to the tune of the title)
Oh, give me a pass
To leave this damn class,
Where the null and the alternate vie;
Where things seem backwards,
The whole "game" quite absurd,
And the poor null is always maligned.
Scores, scores how they range,
With results that you're able to change
Tweek alpha or n
Or look only at men
And you'll publish perhaps in a day.