A crippled Scalene Triangle went limping with his cane
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And met a jolly Circle upon a level plane. |
"How do you do?" "And how are you?" they said like you and me
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And then sat down together 'neath an old geome-tree. |
And while they loitered in the shade they told the village news:
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Right Triangle's baby crawls on its hypotenuse. |
The Perpendiculars, they said, had quadruplets last night
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And though it's much too soon to tell, they ought to be all right. |
Obtuse Angle's home from school and with his parents stern.
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He's not acute, he isn't right. He's just too dull to learn. |
The Parallels are pleasant twins who never fuss or fret
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Though they must act like strangers because they've never met. |
Someone said that Poly Gon had eaten too much cake
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And her indigestion's awful with so many sides to ache. |
One Quadrilateral, they say, will always treat you fair.
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He's quite a regular fellow and he signs his name "B. Square!" |
His cousin Rhombus won't sit at all but slumps down in the chair
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And all the teachers frown and say, "I wish you'd act like Square." |
Scalene's cousin never limps but walks with greatest ease
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Because his legs have equal length. His name's Isosceles. |
A chap whose name is Trapezoid is shaped quite like a bin;
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Two sides are level parallels and two sides just slope in. |
The Point thinks he's important though he hasn't any size.
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He knows he has position and position satisfies. |
But should he move, he'll make a streak, a streak so very fine
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It hasn't either depth or breadth. They call the streak a Line. |
And when a Line gets restless and moves from here to there
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It generates a Surface like a Cube or Sphere. |
And if a Surface moves -- Well! Well! Hang on and keep it steady
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For the subject's getting solid and you're really not quite ready. |
Soon Circle yawned and Scalene stretched and both sighed wearily
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And in geome-tree's deep shade they slept like you and me. |