A child must learn to count
The numbers one to ten
The fingers on both hands
Then start to count again
To reach number twenty
As everybody knows
Count to ten on fingers
The next ten on your toes
Adults must learn to count
And think of writing cheques
Hundreds of large amounts
Not just of food and sex.
you count all the hours worked
You count till pay day
You cound praise and count blame
What you pay, what you say
You count all the time
That what good folks all do
Yes, you can count on me
As I can count on you.
Make sure no hugs are missed
I know you cant resist
Count small gestures which count
So I'll blow you a kiss.
-ends-
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