Now if man had been born with 6 fingers on each hand, he'd also have 12 toes or so the theory goes. Well, with twelve digits, I mean Fingers, he probably would have invented two more digits when he Invented his number system. Then, if he saved the zero for the end, He could count and multiply by twelve just as easily as you and I do By ten.
Now if man had been born with 6 fingers on each hand, he'd probably Count: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, dek, el, Doh. "Dek" and "el" being two entirely new signs meaning ten and Eleven. Single digits! And his twelve, "doh", would be written 1-0. Get it? That'd be swell, for multiplying by 12.
Hey little twelvetoes, I hope you're well. Must be some far-flung planet where you dwell. If we were together, you could be my cousin, Down here we call it a dozen. Hey little twelvetoes, please come back home.
Now if man had been born with 6 fingers on each hand, his children Would have 'em too. And when they played hide-and-go-seek they'd Count by sixes fast. And when they studied piano, they'd do their Six-finger exercises. And when they went to school, they'd learn the Golden rule, and how to multiply by twelve easy: just put down a Zero. But me, I have to learn it the hard way.
Lemme see now: One times 12 is twelve, two times 12 is 24. Three times 12 is 36, four times 12 is 48, five times 12 is 60. Six times 12 is 72, seven times 12 is 84. Eight times 12 is 96, nine times 12 is 108, ten times 12 is 120. Eleven times 12 is 132, and 12 times 12 is 144. WOW!
Hey little twelvetoes, I hope you're thriving. Some of us ten-toed folks are still surviving. If you help me with my twelves, I'll help you with your tens. And we could all be friends. Little twelvetoes, please come back home.
NO MORE KINGS Music & Lyrics: Lynn Ahrens Sung by: Lynn Ahrens
Rockin' and a-rollin', Splishin' and a-splashin' Over the horizon, What can it be?
The pilgrims sailed the sea To find a place to call their own. In their ship Mayflower, They hoped to find a better home. They finally knocked on Plymouth Rock And someone said, "We're there! It may not look like home, But at this point I don't care."
Oh, they were missin' Mother England They swore their loyalty until the very end. "Anything you say king, it's okay king, You know it's kind of scary on your own. Gonna build a new land the way we planned Could you help us run it till it's grown?"
They planted corn you know, They built their houses one by one. And bit by bit they worked Until the colonies were done. They looked around, yeah, up and down, And someone said, "Hurray! If the king could only see us now, He would be proud of us today."
They knew that now they'd run their own land, But George the Third still vowed He'd rule them till the end. "Anything I say, do it my way now, Anything I say do it my way. Don't you get to feelin' independent, Cause I'm gonna force you to obey."
He taxed their property, He didn't give them any choice. And back in England, He didn't give them any voice.
But when the colonies complained, The king said, "I don't care!"
"He even has the nerve to tax our cup of tea! To put it kindly king, we really don't agree. Gonna show you how we feel, We're gonna dump this tea... And turn this harbor into The biggest cup of tea in history!"
They wanted no more Mother England. They knew the time had come for them to take command. "It's very clear you're being unfair, king, No matter what you say we won't obey. Gonna hold a revolution now, king, And we're gonna run it all our way!"
With no more kings...
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