Wniosek na przyszłość: nie zakładać się o nic, bo i tak przegrywam. To jest wiersz o dwunastościanie i kółku.
A circle small, it went and went
To dodecahedron large it said:
"Oh dodecahedron, sweet and mine
Oh, give me please some more spare time.
For my walk is long and sorrow...
I will not be there by tomorrow!"
And dodecahedron, wise and sad,
Gave little circle a pat on the head.
"My little circle, that he said,
Sit down in in here and get some rest!"
But as a square has far ago preached,
Their destination was never reached.