ode to the night class

the sun has set
but my day is not done
off to class i jet
statistics here i come

the sum of this, the mean of that
all these numbers to compute
mathematics is oh so whack
and i really don't give a hoot

i really do not get it
numbers make me go crazy
so while in stats i sit
the world becomes so hazy

this class i must endure
it's something i have to take
i must look to the future
and think of the day i graduate

well on a brighter note
only four more classes to go
then i'll take all the notes i wrote
and throw them in the snow....