One two three,
A tall, tall tree
Four five six,
Tree’s made of sticks
Seven eight nine,
This tree is a pine
Ten eleven twelve,
I’m an oak myself
Thirteen fourteen fifteen,
Oh wow, you still are counting
Sixteen seventeen eighteen,
Um…My leaves are green
Nineteen, twenty, twenty-one,
Okay, I think I’m done
Twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four,
What are you counting for?
Twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven,
Would you stop if I quit rhyming?
Twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty,
Or maybe if I just completely stop trying to have any poetic rhythm or anything?
Thirty-one, thirty-two, thirty-three,
Maybe if I stop responding, you’ll get the point?
Thirty-four, thirty-five, thirty-six,
Thirty-seven, thirty-eight, thirty-nine,
Forty, forty-one, forty-two
Okay, that didn’t work
Forty-three, forty-four, forty-five
Forty-six, forty-seven, forty-eight
Forty-nine, fifty, fifty-one
Fifty-two, fifty-three, fifty-four
Fifty-five, fifty-six, fifty-seven
Green monkeys jumping on a trampoline made of tater tots
Fifty-eight, fifty-nine, sixty
There aren’t even any good rhymes for “sixty.”
Sixty-one, sixty-two, sixty-three
“Picks Dee”? “Mix tea”?
Sixty-four, sixty-five, sixty-six
TREES ARE NOT MADE OUT OF BRICKS
Sixty-seven, sixty-eight, sixty-nine
JUST KEEP COUNTING, IT’S FINE
Seventy, seventy-one, seventy-two
I REALLY DON’T MIND IF YOU DO
…Why did you stop at seventy-four?
…You were counting in threes. Seventy-four isn’t a multiple of three.
Seventy-four pretzels. I have seventy-four pretzels.
THIS WAS ABOUT PRETZELS?
Happy to help with your counting or whatever you brought me in for.
And for the record, seventy-four is a lot of pretzels.
Like, why do you have seventy-four pretzels?
And, why did you need to count them?
And, maybe count by tens next time? It’s faster.
Actually, you know what?
WHO’S COUNTING NOW?