O Lord, hear my anxious plea
  Calculus is killing me
  I know not of 'dx' or 'dy'
  And probably won't until the day I die.
  Please, Lord, help me in this hour
  As I take my case to the highest power.
  I care not for fame or loot
  Just help me find one square root.
  And Lord, please let me see
  One passing mark in organic chemistry.
  Oh such a thing I constantly dread
  I'd just as soon join the Marines instead.
  Lord, please give me a sign
  That you've been listening all the time.
  Please lead me out of this constant coma
  And give me a shot at my diploma.