Original Works: Calculus Wind

1991

The wind blows cold,
but you don't care...
Blows through your soul,
Blows through your hair.
You hold a book.
It is red and white.
On the front reads Calculus,
and it fills me with fright.

Well he wears wire-rimmed glasses,
and he has white hair.
Mathamatics is his game.
Pop quizes are his snare.
If you see him in the classroom,
you just better turn and run.
'Cause it's Calculus...
with Mr. Lund.

If you walk into his room,
light hearted beware.
Pay attention in his class,
or do your English if you dare.
If he smiles directly at you,
and your homework isn't done,
say, "I love Calculus,"
and "Math is Fun."

Well he wears wire-rimmed glasses,
and he has white hair.
Mathamatics is his game.
Pop quizes are his snare.
If you see him in the classroom,
you just better turn and run.
'Cause it's Calculus...
with Mr. Lund.

Well he stands in front of class,
and he give a silly grin.
"Opportunity today,"
"Pop quiz, alright, begin."
Ya start praying to you god,
Test will take the whole day.
'Cause this is Calculus,
and he plans it that way.

The wind blows cold...