Apples?

And, why not, a post of thirdishness!! This one could perhaps do with a little revising, but hey comments are always welcome!

There is an apple in a tree
Lit up at night for all to see
For in this apple you will find
The greatest of mathematical minds

A worm with skills unknown to man
Differentiate, he can
Laplace transforms are naught to him
And he calculates integrals on a whim

Hyperbolics came to light
While the worm did sleep one night
Exponentials filled the skies
While the worm was heard to cry

“I’m an artisan of maths, it’s true!”
He couldn’t tell his apple flew
With certainty toward the ground
His corpse the local thrushes found

I suppose it is now rather late
To tell you he’ll reincarnate
He’s gone a step up in the ladder
This time he will be an adder!

Safer, maybe, this time round
He intends to stay on the ground
And maths is something he’ll forget
On that I’d place a hefty bet

And I would suppose that at the least
I should tell you how I know this beast
But for now let’s call him a friend
You’ll probably meet him in the end.