His name was Jack Pine

And he died for our sins,

Still he stands there in line

With his wires and pins;

While other trees ’round

Freely reach for the sky,

He is lashed to the ground

Without roots and bone-dry.

There once came a day

When his wires went dead,

For man found a way

To use cell phones instead;

Still he stands there in line

As the new age begins–

His name was Jack Pine

And he died for our sins.

I’ll not see the pearly gates

Nor blaze of the infernal,

For thanks to Zeno’s paradox,

My life must be eternal:

The time I’ve left divides in half

In fractions, o’er and o’er,

So mathematically, at least,

I’ll live forevermore!

The time I’ve left divides in half

In fractions, o’er and o’er,

So mathematically, at least,

I’ll live forevermore!

So mathematically, at least,

I’ll live forevermore!

I’ll live forevermore!