I have roamed at her decree;
From Binomial and Quadratics,
To the strange hyperbole.[2]
I have soared through Differential,
Deeply drunk of Finite Boole;[3]
Though its breath is pestilential,
Reeking of the hateful School.
I have tried to shape a Conic,
Vainly read the Calculus;
But my feebleness is chronic,