I found this little ditty from 1914 in my archives.
I doubt it is meant to be sung to a rock beat!
The Ballad of the Stratosphere
I am the rolling stratosphere
I long to perturbate
So I tickle the top of the troposphere
To make him undulate
My temperature is 215 (two fifteen)
On Kelvin's absolute scale,
Though it's never been taken in a louvred screen
It has in a comet's tail
I rule the air beneath my feet,
I'm in a stable state,
When the sun is shining through a cirrus sheet
My base I elevate
I was discovered, most men agree,
By Teisserenc de Bort,
From Trappes his balloons he sent floating free
Through my "Great Inversion" floor.
In England Dines has found me out
With instrument so light;
And my secrets he's sought with courage devout,
And correlation might.
But no correlation ratio,
For kilometres nine,
Can explain to me why a small shallow low
Brings rain from the land of wine.
Where Simpson made a dash for me
Antarctic East wind blows;
So he tried calm days when (Admiral B.)
Smoke vertically rose.
I am the rolling Stratosphere,
I keep, need I relate,
By the radiation of the Atmosphere
In a thermal steady state.
Professor H. H. Turner