On the round side of the Earth
Lived spheres of many a girth,
They all were very proud
Of their land, which was very round.

On an apparently circular day
A good hearted cube came along to play,
He was sharp in thought and flat in voice,
The small girthed spheres did not rejoice.

They listened not to his warm thought
And didn’t see the life he sought,
They took a rounded rock and said,
‘Let’s make this cube a sphere instead!’

(From Formal and Polite)