Updated: Nov 20, 2021
One plus one, Some say the sum Is built with bigots bricks. Those foolish sons Wished math more fun, And messed with what was fixed.
Grandpa knew The answer well, And Grandma loved her man. She watched him gladly Build her house With bigots bricks in hand.
One son walked past That hateful house That raised so many kids. His spit ran down, The jigsaw brown That shunned the hay and sticks.
The Mason sends His Wolf to test. One blow and it is shown That one plus one, We know its sum, And truth is set in stone.