History starts field works, from field to field—
Not looks for elephants, Mathematician he is,
And obtained a doctorate degree in skeletons-counting;
After getting his blessings, people become numbers only.
He sings:
‘‘Kings rule over us, and everyday, in the morning,
Send us, with love and care, towards
The statistics schools''—
It's a melodious song, vibrant, voice goes shaking—
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