She was a mathematician's daughter,
In numbers was born her sun.
Complex, prime and rational,
No limit divided by none.
She was a mathematician's daughter,
As fine as a delicate spring.
As strong as the pines on the shoreline,
As free as a kestrel's wing.
She was a mathematician's daughter
At rest by the side of the mere.
While her spirit walks beside us,
We need not feel sadness or fear.
She was a mathematician's daughter,
Now numbers must tell the rest.
She was special to the power special,
And the best of the best of the best.