A Counting Song

Remember, remember,
let’s count and remember.

We’ve ONE sun in the sky

although there are more;
ONE moon is night’s eye
as we sleep on the floor.

TWO is the strangest prime
the rest are just odd;

and THREE is sublime-
it’s the fav’rite of God.

Remember, remember, 

let’s count and remember.

FIVE books, pillars, and wounds

in three religions;

to EIGHT we’re attuned
for breath, our oxygen.

THIRTEEN is unlucky,

though we don’t know why;
TWENTY-ONE can be

written as X X I.

Remember, remember, 

let’s count and remember.

We don’t like THIRTY-FOUR-

there’s nothing to say;
Ole FIFTY-FIVE’s score
was composed by Tom Waits.

EIGHTY-NINE comes before
ninety, but so what?
Now ONE-FORTY-FOUR
has made the final cut.

Remember, remember,
let’s count and remember.