A cat with no legs

I shall now reveal the new proof
Mathematics is a religion in truth
For nothing is  not zero
Unless Newton says so
And Leibniz  swore oaths on his roof

Mathematical objects all float
Around the demon who sails the big boat
If  you have no faith
They leave little trace
Like Father Xmas and fairies   sweet notes

Numbers are abstract  and shady
And God is a very sweet lady
I saw seven eggs
And a cat with no legs
I reckon I ‘ll soon have gone crazy