After our lesson for the day was complete, Yael buoyantly burst from the "hot seat". I thought to myself, "Wouldn't we all be so much better off, if math was poetry"? And then, I remembered this poem and the genius of Shel Silverstein. His work is timeless and ageless. I was probably about Yael's age when I learned this poem in school and it's even funnier now!
And then I took the quarters
Just then, along came old blind Bates
And I took the nickels to Hiram Coombs
And then I went and showed my dad,