I heard this little poem, Storm delivered by Tim Minchin a little while ago, and only after a small run-in with a homeopath today on facebook, did I remember to track this down. A Wandering Primate has transcribed it, and you can listen to the audio on Youtube;
A small excerpt from aroudn the 5:30 mark;
Science adjusts its views
Based on what’s observed.
Faith is the denial of observation,
so that belief can be preserved.
If you show me that, say,
I will change my mind,
I will spin on a fucking dime.
I’ll be as embarassed as hell,
Yet I will run through the streets yelling,
It’s a MIRACLE!
Take physics and bin it!
Water has memory!
And whilst its memory
Of a long lost drop of onion juice is infinite,
It somehow forgets all the poo it’s had in it.
Also, a song about the dangers of a mind too open;