Back in the days when the world was flat
Before Columbus and all of that
In the town of round there lived a square
The only square anywhere
He had no family, had no friends
All the rounds around would recommend
He be like them or leave their town
Squares don't fit in a town for rounds
But if you're a square, it's hard to move
'Cause your corners dig in and you find that you've
Gotten sorta settled; it's awfully hard
To leave the trees and the flowers in your yard
Well they all got together and gathered around
And tried to push him out of their town
But as they pushed and as they heaved
A strange thing happened that you wouldn't believe.
They rolled and tumbled and couldn't get a hold
Kept bumping around uncontrolled.
They bounced and banged and when they'd hit
They chipped and dented, cracked and split
Into triangles, into squares
Semi-circles were everywhere
And all of a sudden they realized
Everybody was a different size
A different size and a different shape
And squares all over the whole landscape
And that's the way it came to be
I'm not talkin' 'bout geometry
Seems a little bit unfair
Start out round, end up square