Prompted by this I’ve been entertaining myself thinking of the greatest hits of analytic philosophy written in to a musical medley. https://twitter.com/SamuelVimes10/status/1348013562766221312

Descartes:

I closed my eyes, drew back the curtain
To see for certain, what I thought I knew.
Far far away, square towers look round, so
I wonder now, oh,
Am I dreaming too?

Quine:

Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens,
Bright copper kettles and warm woollen mittens,
Brown paper packages tied up with strings.
Quantify over them? You think they’re things.

Also Quine:

Please define the analytic / synthetic distinction-
If you do you’ll soon find that you’re stuck inside a ring, son.
Really there is nothing that is true by definition,
So much for the analytic / synthetic distinction.

(Um-dittle-ittl-um-dittle-I)

Any more?

Jackson:

Let me tell you about a scientist called Mary,
Stuck inside a full black and white room.
How do you solve a problem like our Mary?
As she doesn’t know how roses look in bloom.

Hume:

Will the sun come out, tomorrow?
Don’t bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow
There’ll be sun.

Early Wittgenstein:

Nonsense keeps popping in my head.
Sometimes it’s better to just show
What can’t be said.