BUMP

A little bump

Somewhere in the math
There is an equal path
An idea close to the squared particle off of a chipmunk
A pretty solid peanut, or chestnut
That some furry creature scurryís towards
Some hole in a tree
Oh, donít put it past the math
That one there grasps the concept of chance
And worries little over the scurries it does from day to day
After all, everything worth gathering donít make the tree go away
And pretty much donít worry Ďbout how the leaves fall
Thereís no salt, nor pepper to add
No way to cook the books
When some furry idea runs its time in season
For a wannabe, furry idea we gotta speed-bump over once

Sept/08