Julius Caesar
Exhaled when he died,
And his friends and his Romans,
They wept and they cried.

And his countrymen sobbed
That it just wasn't fair,
As the dying breath's molecules
Spread through the air.

And they kept spreading out;
They're still spreading now.
That's simply what gas does,
But I don't know how.

They're so widely dispersed
That, each time you breathe air,
Your two lungs get nearly
A hundred to share.

Well, I think it's cool
That that's still going on,
'Cause you'll all end up breathing
My air when I'm gone.