This morning as Bekah was doing her math lesson (she is not one of the loathers), she came across a word problem that reminded her of the poem.
"What number is equal to all your fingers plus half your toes, minus your knees and elbows?"
So we had to reread the poem and share a laugh together.
by Carl Sandburg
Arithmetic is where numbers fly like pigeons in and out of your head.
Arithmetic tells you how many you lose or win if you know how many you had before you lost or won.
Arithmetic is seven eleven all good children go to heaven -- or five six bundle of sticks.
Arithmetic is numbers you squeeze from your head to your hand to your pencil to your
paper till you get the answer.
Arithmetic is where the answer is right and everything is nice and you can look out of the
window and see the blue sky -- or the answer is wrong and you have to start all over
and try again and see how it comes out this time.
If you take a number and double it and double it again and then double it a few more times, the number gets bigger and bigger and goes higher and higher and only arithmetic
can tell you what the number is when you decide to quit doubling.
Arithmetic is where you have to multiply -- and you carry the multiplication table in your
head and hope you won't lose it.
If you have two animal crackers, one good and one bad, and you eat one and a striped zebra
with streaks all over him eats the other, how many animal crackers will you have if
somebody offers you five six seven and you say No no no and you say Nay nay nay and
you say Nix nix nix?
If you ask your mother for one fried egg for breakfast and she gives you two fried eggs and
you eat both of them, who is better in arithmetic, you or your mother?