Five

Five, oh five, oh five, oh five,

You are the king of my mathematical life.

You make chemistry less cry-worthy

As I just count you off,

But I don’t like you so much 

When you wake me up in the morning.

When I go to eat ice cream,

I say, “Five scoops please,”

Because anything less than you 

Would just simply be insulting.

I can count the most important reasons

For why I love the sky,

Simply by displaying my fingers

And letting you do the conducting.

And with you by our side,

All of my close friends and I 

Can go to the amusement park and go for a ride

That no more than five is the seating.

You’re always there on my side

For when my mom asks, “How old are you?”

I can reply, “Why, Mom, I’m five!”

With a face that is always smiling.

This is why five, oh five,

You are the one and only

King of my mathematical life.