(This carol is sung to the tune of "God Rest ye Merry Gentlemen") God rest ye merry Physics Profs Let nothing you dismay. Don't moan or cry if you must all Grade finals Christmas day To save you from the registrar If grades aren't on the way Oh, Oh, tidings of A's, B's, and C's Mostly C's Oh, Oh, tidings of A's, B's, and C's. In Delaware, in Physics The teachers do not scorn Assignments that can only Be done by early morn No wonder when we come to class We all look so forlorn Oh, Oh, tidings of A's, B's, and C's Mostly C's Oh, Oh, tidings of A's, B's, and C's. From God our Heavenly Father The laws of Physics came And unto certain Physicists Did he reveal the same. And now we have to learn them all On threats of F's and shame. Oh, Oh, tidings of A's, B's, and C's Mostly C's Oh, Oh, tidings of A's, B's, and C's.