This reader has obviously been getting in touch with his inner Heather Mac Donald:

O-o-o-ccam’s Razor!
Where the premiss must be plain.
When two things compete take the short and sweet–
Only what is needed–to explain.
O-o-o-ccam’s Razor!
Ev’ry night my honey lamb and I
Sit alone and talk and know it’s a hawk,
Not a UFO, up in the sky.
We know that all that stuff is myth,
Be it Allah, Jehovah, or Sith!
And when we sa-a-ay, Yeow!
Did you really have to pra-a-ay! Yeow!
We’re only saying
Reason is fine, Occam’s Razor!
Occam’s Razor, O.K.!