(to the tune of The Battle Hymn of the Republic)
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the pig
She is trampling on the series where the terms have grown too big
She's unleashed the boring lectures of geometry and trig
Her proofs go marching on!
Chorus:
Kelly, Kelly, how she's fooled you;
Kelly, Kelly, how she's fooled you;
Kelly, Kelly, how she's fooled you;
Her proofs go marching on!
She was fathered by Mike Spivak in a bar across the street
With beauty in her bosom but with only sixteen feet
Because she was consistent she could hardly be complete
Her proofs go marching on!