Late at Night, 12/17/05
When the moon is full
And the data waxes and wanes
I search for patterns
All night long
Sometimes successful
More often in vain
A cold wind blew
Across the numbers last night
It made me shiver
It filled me with fright
A pattern it crumbled
With nary a sound
My anomalous pattern
Now nowhere to be found...
(See Control Charts for an explanation of the above charts.)