Ooo, the Cyberiad! A longtime favorite, equally long forgotten until this very pleasant reminder.

Just a note, the last figure was not Phi, but Psi -- cause to sigh...

My favorite poem by the cybernetic bard, though, was the "poem about a haircut, containing love, heroism and tragedy, six lines, cunningly rhymed, and every word beginning with the letter S":

Seduced, shaggy Samson snored.
She scissored short. Sorely shorn,
Soon shackled slave, Samson sighed,
Silently scheming,
Sightlessly seeking
Some savage, spectacular suicide.

Immortal.

- Muse