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He was a professor of difficult sums
Some days he'd just lie in bed
Solving complex quadratic equations
From the confines of his head
Whilst reciting out loud
Those long complex parts
From the book of Leviticus
Which he'd learned by heart

And he'd ride a unicycle
Dressed in a boiler suite
Playing algebraic notation
Through the notes of a flute
And he never lost his balance
Never got close to falling down
And he became an institution
As he progressed on through town

One day he wasn't there
And he was missed a lot
But very soon in time
The fickle world forgot
Another character arrived
On the local scene
And the unicycling person
Might just as well not have been

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