Show Just Jus t F Folks 0 I k s By EDGAR A A. GUEST THE BOY WHO HO COULDN'T ADD ADDI 1 I t wasn't made for ledger books I tied them once but oh oh The figures all went dancing up and down the lengthy row The fours and fives lives were mad mad- caps and the eights and nines were glum And every time I ran them down I got a different sum And soon the grave accountant said be Its Us plain as plain can You have no head for figures and you are no help to me The man who wrote them in the I I book had such a steady ha hand d In In si single gle file and double file the fila-the the numbers neat would su stand The twos two's and threes three's obeyed his his- his will in ordered columns trim trim Like Lik little boys who sing in choirs the figures seemed to him But when the ledger came my my way like imps with ghoulish gl glee They danced and nd skipped the pages s round and and nos noses noses' s' s thumbed at me mc x I tried I-tried tried the very best I could to o keep them all in line But Beven seven would smirk in such a away away awny way I thought that it was nine The fives would up and run away Although I did my best I 1 couldn't do a thing with them when they were four tour abreast And so the grave accountant said Im sorry for you oU lad You'll never make a a business businessman man until you learn to add Copyright 1935 Edgar A. A Guest 4 |