They reckon they might have found the ninth planet
After mulling two readings
A quarter century apart
They knocked down the likely influences
From about twenty to they think just one
Not quite a fine art

An ice giant
So they say
Rough five times our girth
Maybe between
Two hundred
To a thousand times
Further away
Than Our Sun
To this good Earth

It excites the boffins
Brings cosmology alive
As it drags those
Extreme Neptunian trans types
Out on a whacky ride.