Jarod, a redwood among men, soars high,
His head in the clouds, but with numbers nearby.
A mathematical mind, a wizard with sums,
He dances with digits, till the answer comes.
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But numbers aren’t all that capture his gaze,
He’s also a guardian of linguistic ways.
A misplaced vowel, a mangled phrase,
Will earn you a look, a gentle, kind raise.
“It’s ‘especially,’ not ‘ecspecially,’ my friend,”
He’ll say with a smile, corrections to lend.
A blend of precision, both verbal and true,
Jarod, the tall, with a viewpoint for you.
He balances equations and syllables with grace,
A unique combination, in time and in space.
So listen closely when Jarod is near,
You might learn a thing or two, loud and clear.
