Figure E1 TYCOON

Descend we now into a deep crevasse

To see, beneath the surface bleak and frore,

The oxygen that made the chilly mass

Into the ocean’s ferrous ions pour

Precipitating to the silty floor

Layers that posterity will bring

Upreared as mountains of rich IRON ORE:

Then lodestone’s magnet shall aberrent swing,

Antipodean magnate strike the lyre and sing.