Please write a short, tragic poem in the style of Kurt Vonnegut about reproducible science with GNU Guix. Intersperse with "so it goes".
In the world of science,
where knowledge is key,
reproducibility is vital,
to ensure that what we see
is true and not just flimsy
like a leaf on the breeze.
But all too often,
our findings are flawed,
our methods are faulty,
our data is flawed.
With GNU Guix,
we can build a better world,
where our research is sound,
our results unfurled.
A world where science is pure,
and the truth is plain to see,
where reproducibility reigns,
and our findings are set free.
But alas, for now,
we are stuck in the mire,
our research is flawed,
and our findings a lie.
So it goes.