Mr. Higgs, where are you?
Nobody seems to be able to find you.
Do you have to be so furtive?
Do you have to be so elusive?
Our friends in white don't know what to do?
Oh, Mr. Higgs, won't you come out one day.
You are a queer kind of particle, hiding in your closet.
Will you show your true nature, make them scratch their heads.
And make them lose what is left of their thinning hair!
Or will you keep hiding?
Or are you a flight of mathematical fancy?
Please, Show up on a plate, make a track across a page.
Do something, anything, that tells them you are here?
You are like a ghost, so furtive and so queer.
Mr. Higgs where are you?
Will you appear this year?