by Shel Silverstein
A square was sitting quietly
Outside his rectangular shack
When a triangle came down -- kerplunk!--
And struck him in the back.
"I must go to the hospital,"
Cried the wounded square,
So a passing rolling circle
Picked him up and took him there.
from A Light in the Attic by Shel Silverstein, 1981, Harper & Row
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