Wiggle Waggle Math Scares Me Too

Sixpence and foursquare seventy-seven minus fifty-two Come and give me a cuddle, it truly is only us two. What are you staring at? Is that a cobbler’s shoe? Just the word mathematics makes me want to boo-hoo. Donuts in the belfry, quotients in the glue. Wiggle Waggle Wiggle bottom. I am scared now too. Jumping over a moon, with your magic eyes of blue. Multiplication meanness is coming rapidly through. Mathematics is the word of the day. What can we do? I am terrified of numbers, just between me and you. Letters make more sense. I have mastered some of them two. Geometry and statistics? I hope this poem is finally through.