And one from the archives. G:)
“To infinity and beyond!”
China’s lucky number;
The endlessness of the figure ate
Its way into my brain
Like a runaway train
Rolling along the track;
We’ll never end our journey
Never get to go back.
And as sure as eggs is eggs,
And cows will e’er go moo
The figure eight,
I’d like to state,
Is my favourite number, too!
It’s always been a classic,
No other will compare,
It has a certain joie de vivre
And total savoir faire.
“Huit!” the French would ecrit,
“Otto!” heralds the Graeco-Latino
And “due!” and “neuf!” and many other a foreign numeric word
Don’t come anywhere near to “Eight!” that I have ever heard.
Not to say that the other numbers aren’t important, too;
For some of them are, probably, fun.
But, I have a problem trying to think, when pushed…
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