three point one four one five nine
a moment more or less is fine
like silky smoothest reddest wine
and then its gone in brine
three point one four
four six eight
a time to last a time to wait
and when it stops to take the bait
the thug to chug his lulling freight
train
the rain
and fairest falsest vain
alive
to dive
for three point one four
one four five
lost the number
number jive
to me
to be
with three point one four
one two three
and on and on its got to be
no end in sight nowhere to be
an endless bend-less parody
it be
