Oh, the pleasures of math,
How I love it so
With numbers and figures
To burn my brain cells.
Oh, but how I do love
My bothersome friend
Who picks on my mind
And deadens my head.
Through the wondrous talks
Of the Triangular Theorem
I am bored and made tired
To the end of my time.
But Oh! How I love it!
In all it’s confusion
With problems who gobble
Up time like a human.
For never have I met
A more delightful pal,
Then the one who does choose
To make me space-out.
And so I proclaim with all of my might,
Oh! The pleasures and joys and elation of math!

