I think I have just failed my IQ test
The apple cart has landed on my chest
I didn’t mean to cause such selfish pain
Writing you a letter once again
I never knew that numbers carried on
To fall in love and marry they’ve’ begun
Their children are irrational not whole
Some are transcendental ,I’m enthralled
The IQ test was far too hard for me
I cannot even read it,don’t you see?
I think they are immoral and in vain
I’ve written to the Queen,I have complained
The apple cart is emptier today
I ate them all and now I feel quite gay
How my heart sings 