Mine eyes have seen the glory of the Reverend Thomas Bayes

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the Reverend Thomas Bayes,
He is stamping out the frequentists and their incoherent ways,
He has raised his mighty army at the Hotel Las Fuenties,
His troops are marching on.

Glory, Glory, Probability
Glory, Glory, Subjectivity
Glory, Glory, on to infinity!
His troops are marching on.

From the Bayesian Songbook, cited in T. Chivers, Everything is predictable (2024), 80