Do The Math Poem by George Hunter

Grit and two is eight, I know that it's true
Because that's what they taught me in schoo'.
Add a fart and you'll get a dozen.
How's that grab you my buzzin' cousin?
And if it don't cause me a big ole strain
And be too much for my weary brain,
Multiply by twelve and a gross you'll get,
This higher math will get me yet.

I'll learn all about geometry
And then advance to trigonometry.
I'll study the facts about solids and angles
And learn all about the angles of dangles
And on to the calculus and differential equations
Maybe that will suit my higher persuasions.
And if I desire to be really pedantic
I'll end up being a rocket mechanic.

Oh, to hell with it all!
I've got to get back to the Mall
I've no more time this song to sing
Gotta get back to my daily thing
Dishin' it out at the Burger King.
Guess I'll never be a show-stopper
But I'm pretty good at building a Whopper
With super fries and extra cheese
This simple job makes life a breeze.

You want to know sumthin'?
-Don't think it's funny,
Life's not all peaches and honey.
Even if this job seems crappy
It don't take much to make me happy.
Don't dream too much
On what the future might bring,
Sometimes it's just best
To do your own thing.