Herr Carl Gauss was a son of a gun
who constructed the monstrous heptadecagon.
He wrote agonizing eponymous theorems
and demented treatises on magnetic mediums.
It is indisputable that this scientist
was truly a despicable sadist,
for who else would make quadratic equations
have roots that are complex abominations?
It is Gaussian noise that I hear
when heavy metal assaults my ear.
Let it be said now! His sense of music
was physick.
Mr. Gauss is everywhere.
In functions and eliminations
and equations and interpolations.
He did not spare even gravitation
but his worst is surely the normal distribution.
Oh yes, he is everywhere.
If science were Italian cuisine, Mr. Gauss
would be sauce.
(And if you please
Mr. Newton can be cheese.)
This German is quite a pein in die auss.
Even my car sometimes runs out of Gauss.