When I was part of the Providence Journal's Follies ( the ProJo is a RI newspaper) we sang a song about an Amoeba that one of the reporters wrote. I used to sing it every year to the Science classes on my team, even though I was a mathematics teacher.

I saw you there, with some algae in your hair,
I knew right away we were meant to love and share.
I walked up to you and I said in a voice so rare,
"Be my amoeba, baby, be my amoeba, be my babe"

We swam for a while and then we swam away,
We swam around together all night and all day,
We swam with our arms around our pseudopodea,
"Be my amoeba, baby, be my amoeba, be my babe."

Then one dark and stormy night,
You gave me such a fright,
Said that you were feeling sick,
And then by gosh you began to split!

"Be my amoeba,baby, be my amoeba, be my babe."

Now I have a problem, I don't know what to do.
Now I have two lovers, and they both are you!
How can I love one, and still be true to two?
"Be my amoeba, baby, be my amoeba, be my babe."

My students really loved this song. Diana