Four, Four, Merits Galore!

Four is the number for me.

I think of it every time I sneeze.

It’s One to breath in, Two to breath out

Three to wipe a messy snout

And four is when somebody blesses me!


4 is a number with points

No round bits at all to soften its joints

Just straight pointy edges to it

And the at the bottom a cool crossing bit

As sharpest number, 4, I’ll anoint.


Four makes a cool shape in my tongue

Like a tune waiting to be sung

It rests after three

And in a countdown you’re always ready

After four for the final bell to be rung

The End

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