The ratio of radius so clear
And circumference which is all round
The circle I once loved and feared
This measure is not any integer
Nor a ratio of two, which might be sound
It is no number in my algebra.
What can it be that caused the Greeks despair
That sent their mathematics underground?
A number with address and haughty air.
Did they say to God, it is unfair
We all go round and round and round and round
This problem sends us into quiet despair
But God themself hides in such lairs
He or she is found on holy ground
We must seek the truth with our mind’s nwares
God has complex motives, numbers’ ground
She likes to tease and zero has been learned
Oh , the line of radii so dear, so near
Of the circles I did so much revere
I found so severe.
The ground now upward rears
God has never cared
I gave asylum shared