POETRY ABOUT COBALT

Cobalt, Cobalt

Cobalt, cobalt, burning bright,
You emit a clear blue light,
What magnetic metal dye,
could match thy awesome point?

In what distant new years' skies,
burnt the blue without your dyes?
And which alloy stands the fire?
Other carbides just aspire.

You're in hammers, and in the chain,
For the furnace, you're a gain.
And the anvil, that we grasp,
You are even in the clasp.

Cobalt, cobalt, burning bright,
You emit a clear blue light,
What magnetic metal dye,
could match thy awesome point?