Numbers - Poem by D.A. Woods
one, two, three and four,
five's got six, but seven wants more.
Eight, nine and ten,
want eleven to start all over again.
But twelve wishes it was thirteen and fourteens green,
fifteen growls at sixteen because seventeens mean.
eighteen loves nineteen but it's had enough,
twenty has had plenty of twenty ones' love.
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