My young son asks me..

 My young son asks me: Must I learn mathematics?
What is the use, I feel like saying.
 That two pieces
Of bread are more than one's about all you'll end up with.

My young son asks me: Must I learn French?
What is the use, I feel like saying.
 This State's collapsing.

And if you just rub your belly with your hand and
Groan, you'll be understood with little trouble.

My young son asks me: Must I learn history?
What is the use, I feel like saying.
 Learn to stick
Your head in the earth, and maybe you'll still survive.


Yes, learn mathematics, I tell him.

Learn your French, learn your history!

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