Ode to the probabilistic automat

Tyger! Tyger! pants on fire.

Pants on fire, burning bright.

And what chain, & what art?

What the sinew? What the ****?

 

Markov! Markov! chains on fire.

On what wings does he aspire?

And what hand at a rapid rate

Dare ‘em hastily generate?

 

In the forests burning bright,

In the distant deeps and skies.

Lo ‘n’ behold! what a symmetry!
Did he smile his work to see?

 

Tyger! Tyger! pants on fire.

Pants on fire, burning bright.

And what chain, & what art?

What the sinew? What the ****?

 

Python! Python! Monte Carlo,

The chain order is so low.

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