Now we are nineteen, one and ten
And may we never be that way again.
Lets us by ones and tens and hundreds grow
To find the wondrous things there are to know
And all the wondrous ways to do it.
There's a game with certain flavor to it!
For there's a hidden wonder, I confess
In searching endless folds of pure B.S.
Crudely disguised by calling it bullshit,
A land of wily wonder, wags, and wit.
Let us proceed, then friends, with laughter loud;
And by proceeding, make Our Mother proud.

Casimus Antony Derivative
Nth Roots of Certain Poly-Dimensional Expressions Explained and Extrapolated
Brown, Dry, and Yewgly, Groton, Connecticut, 1947