The poem
There once was a Square, such a square little Square, And he loved a trim Triangle; But she was a flirt and around her skirt Vainly she made him dangle. Oh he wanted to wed and he had no dread Of domestic woes and wrangles; For he thought that his fate was to procreate Cute little Squares and Triangles.
Now it happened one day on that geometric way There swaggered a big bold Cube. With a haughty stare and he made that Square Have the air of a perfect boob; To his solid spell the Triangle fell, And she thrilled with love's sweet sickness, For she took delight in his breadth and height - But how she adored his thickness!
So that poor little Square just died of despair, For his love he could not strangle; While the bold Cube led to the bridal bed That cute and acute Triangle. The Square's sad lot she has long forgot, And his passionate pretensions . . . For she dotes on her kids-Oh such cute Pyramids In a world of three dimensions.