A square, a circle,
An' a spiky triangle
Wer' hevin' a fratch,
An' a bit of a jangle.
Sed t' square to t' circle
"Hey! Sithee! Cum here!
Tha rullies araand,
But tha's getting' noa-wheer."
Then t' circle turned
To t' prickly triangle —
"An doant thee poake me
Wi' that bristly angle.
Tha might ha' thi points,
Wi' that ah'll agree;
But if it cums to perfection,
Ah can mak rings araand thee."
Then t' triangle sed —
"Ah'm modern an' "With it",
They carn't call me square
When three sahdes is mi limit;
An' when fowk get bunkered
In ther own marriage tangles;
They mu'nt blame me
Fer t' "eternal triangle."
An' soah they puled on
In a scandalous way;
Net helpin' one bit
Wi' t' problems o' t' day.
But as they competed
Fer t' prize slangin' cup —
Old Euclid cum by
An' swiped 'em all up.