Numbers

now I 've got your number he said as he left me alone on the third highest hill in the town, Number one you are boring and now you've bereft me of two of the diamonds I spent on your gown. Three of the children are four years or older ,so I'm taking the five o'clock train out of state, go pack them six bags in a seven bag folder and get them all dressed, for I must not be late, Eight times I told you my nine lives are waning Ten minutes later eleven bells sound Twelve o'clock midnight my patience is straining your number is up and my interest is down.