I’ve heard it said that art majors are hot.

And to economics majors I say

That we reside inside the realm of not.

And though I love our curves of yield today,

Compare they can’t to all of physics’ charts.

I’m sure that Chem bestows a sense of pride

Econ majors never allow their hearts.

And math pupils remain content inside

Because we know of all the hours they spend

In chasing down logic’s obscurest crime.

The lowly graph cannot describe what’s penned

Nor love, cuisine or how we spend our time.