I can't count by two's or singles.
I can count by threes.
One is lonely, two is hardly,
And you can't count the feel of a breeze-
I can count my fingers
Twenty-seven is as far as I get.
But you can't count the air you breath
Or the price of your family-I bet.
Fractions-yeah, they're awful.
I can't do maths too well.
I can read three words at a time.
And do three times tables real swell.
I know fractions in thirds only.
Like eating a third of a pie,
I can't eat half, or an eighth.
I can't tell half a lie.
I draw three pictures at a time.
Think three things, all at the same-time
Only when it's got a three.
But you can't count the laughter,
The fun, the glee.
I've got three pillows on my bed.
And three pairs of shoes by the door.
I put three plates out for break-fast every morning
And not a plate one more.
I can't count the animals on Noah's Ark.
To me it's an empty boat.
It takes three to mean to me
Three to keep afloat-
In the torrid of life.
To survive all the strif