Archimedean Homesick Blues - Apologies to Bob Dylan

To be sung to the tune of Subterranean Homesick Blues. Davy’s in the basement Working on geometry You’ll see my intent A theorem in development Presh is on the website Hit pause, scratch head Trick problem, misled Try another approach instead Look out kid Better check it again God knows man Another paper in the trash can You better try trigonometry Lookin’ for a new way The man with an isomorphic map and a toupee Wants eleven equations You only got ten Maggie writes chicken scratch Paper full of cross hatch Says she wants to attach You better detach You can’t find the hypotenuse Maggie says you gotta use Pythagorus or you lose But the angle is obtuse Look out mate This spheroid’s oblate Get on the rack This nut won’t crack Better get back from the ledge With a compass and a straight edge No primes, God knows, Can decompose You don’t need Terrence Tao Can’t square a circle nohow Add y, add x See the roots are complex Closed loop, subgroup You need to jump through another hoop Let’s see, try three Take five, relax Eat snacks, do tax If you should fail, take an ax Look out bub Surely you’ll flub By blunders, errors Five-choose-two-sers And logical abusers Girl with a slide rule Lookin’ like an old fool Don’t copy Euler Get yourself a lawyer Ah add four, add five It rhymes, it’s prime, then derive One two, buckle your shoe It’s one-to-one and onto Square here, cube there, eggs poach Twenty years of schoolin’ And you’re workin’ on a roach coach Look here Jack This nut still won’t crack Break your hands accidental Use a tail prehensile Be inferential You’ll find it’s exponential You’re gonna have a fit You’ll never solve it Ken Chesebro says ‘Cause Mike Pence’ll take your pencil