Math Wiz

Where is he going?

What has he done?

What's to become of him

I wrote a speech to my dad

Twenty-one pages long

He twisted my jokes and swallowed their meanings



I lay awake counting one, two and three

It's alright, it's alright

I fell asleep

Counting eight, ten and four

It's okay



A twelve year old math wiz

Came to me in my sleep

He knew all the answers

Which he kept to himself

He said I'd hate to be you

When the big day comes

The look on your face

Will be priceless