Counting, counting, counting, counting, Counting things you like. One, two bits of cake One, two, three wheels upon a trike. One, two, three, four dollies. One, two, three, four, five balloons! One, two, three, four, five, six monkeys wearing pantaloons!
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven floppy little cats, One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight old fashioned hats. Counting is a lot of fun if you are under four! Try again in thirty years; it’s not so fun no more.
You will find that there’s a lot of boring things to count- Count them, count them, count them, You must have the right amount! Calories, and speeding points, and pennies in your purse- Count your blessings too, because it daily gets much worse!
Problems, problems, problems, problems Piling up on you. They just keep on coming and there’s nothing you can do. Relationships, and health, and sex, and God, and jobs, and sex, There are far more problems than a four-year-old expects!
Counting opportunities that got away from you; Regrets, and disappointments, don’t forget the failures too. Counting all the so-called friends who stab you in the back; There’s so many, it becomes a problem keeping track! Counting all the ways the world’s a giant ball of crap- War, and famine, all around, but here’s a funny app! Count up all the ways that you could change it if you try, But there is too much else to do then suddenly you die!