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One, Fifty-Two, Sixteen, Two

One, Fifty-Two, Sixteen, Two

Hey little kiddies, have you heard the story
Bout the Teddy Bear who could count to fifty
Only problem was, the numbers weren't in order
But his Bear friends all thought he was nifty

He'd start out, “one... fifty-two... sixteen... two”
Mama Bear said he was doing just fine
Didn't want to hurt her little guy's feelings
She knew he'd figure it out in good time

“He'll learn them before he grows up,” she thought
When it's important to get the numbers straight
Like when he's buying honey for his sweetie pie
And the store sign says five ninety-eight

At first he would count out nine eighty-five
Now that was too much for the honey
Then he remembered what Mama Bear taught him
And gave the man the right amount of money

You can find him going around counting all day
He goes, “one... fifty-two... sixteen... two”
And laughs when Mama Bear still gets all flustered
Then says, “one... two... three... four... fooled you!”

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sparrowsong

Hello Jack...

Very cute story...

Thank you for sharing...

Hugs...

sparrowsong

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Jack Ellison

And thank you for stopping by, my sweet sparrow! Love, Santa xoxox

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