Poem on Analysis
Throw at me an epsilon,
A delta I shall find;
Infinite series and sequences
Put me in a bind.
Oh, what fun it is to have
Analysis on my mind, (Chorus)
Oh, what fun it is to have
Analysis on my mind.
A function may have limits, though
Continuous it mayn't be;
But even global continuity
Can't buy differentiability.
Oh, what fun it is to have
Analysis on my mind, (Chorus)
Oh, what fun it is to have
Analysis on my mind.
Here's Lagrange espousing
His famous law of the mean;
Hail to Cauchy and Riemann,
Heroes I've never seen.
Oh, what fun it is to have
Analysis on my mind, (Chorus)
Oh, what fun it is to have
Analysis on my mind.
And now comes this Frenchman,
Lebesgue is his name;
He ought to have been a tailor, for
Measure is his game.
Oh, what fun it is to have
Analysis on my mind, (Chorus)
Oh, what fun it is to have
Analysis on my mind.
In spite of all my troubles
I've also seen some gains.
The royal blood of analysis
Now courses through my veins.
Oh, what fun it is to have
Analysis on my mind, (Chorus)
Oh, what fun it is to have
Analysis on my mind.
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