Miss ball and mister cube
Have been friends a long ago
But when they are together
Is the same and old gabble

She believes that it's cheery
Freedom to come and go
He believes that it's better
Standing safe into his home

All day long discussing
But they'll never know
He asking her to stop
She begging him to roll

But late at night she noticed
They're in a cube root to none
What she really meant was
They're looping back to square one!