In a land o’ shapes, there’s a dude named P,

He done cracked the code o' geometry.

Check them lines—so tight, so slick,

He found that truth that always sticks.

Triangles, squares—ain’t no big fight,

But them squared sides sure came out right,

A-squared plus B-squared, that’s the key,

Longest side? Ain’t nothin’ but C.

Oh P, oh P, you schooled us all,

We tip our caps, your name we call,

Right angles rule with zero fuss,

Y’all changed the game—no stoppin’ us.

In them beats, yeah, we hear your vibe,

That count and measure keeps us alive,

Numbers hum beneath every tune,

Go on, jam—your groove’s in bloom.

Brick by brick, from floor to ceiling,

We use your lines with that solid feelin’,

Builders, dreamers, we heed your sign,

We hold that proof and keep it fine.

Oh P, oh P, that spark don’t fade,

Your dusty scrolls keep makin’ the grade,

A-squared plus B-squared—it’s gold, that’s true,

You lit the path for me and you.

Now the final chord, the story’s told,

We sing your name, the real OG of old,

Them numbers ring, so fresh and free,

Pythagoras—straight geometry!