Five and Five make Ten, This is a fact that you can safely add to your ken, Even a child can see, That is great to be, A mathematician. Statistics galore, Chi - Square, Lambda and Mu, Oh! I long for something new. By then how did I say, That figures are the way, To one's Salvation. Is this some kind of conundrum, For life is very humdrum, Without the Zero and One. These we know bits and bytes make, And have a very great stake, In the profits of Microsoft Corporation. Then join me in a standing ovation, To all number crunchers, Human and droid, Who as explained by Freud, Satisfy their ego, And Super Ego too, To be one among the Few, Of Earthly Scholars - That deal with pi. Intellect so high, That I cannot discern, Whether I am confused or bored. I stare at the figure eight, And am confounded by the weight, Of its import. Mathematics in all its forms, Is verily the norm, Of genius. So at night when in bed, On your side do you flip, Remeber Moebius strip, There is no beginning, No end