A Song To a Mathematician

A crowned king is you mathematician You cured our problems like an experienced physician You manipulated our facts like a sorcerer like a magician You created masterpieces like a talented musician You twisted our minds like an articulate politician You shocked our souls like a brilliant electrician You trained our brains like a skillful technician You awed us like a scientist on a sacred expedition You made up daily life as a constant definition You represented our goals in a variable expression You proved impossible laws like an eloquent patrician You wrote a play of theorems without an intermission You made formulas like stars with immortal ignition A final word to say before an exposition To you the ancestor of Gauss the prince mathematician And the son of Euler the father of mathematical fission Let others be corpses and you be their only mortician