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.
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*** HISTORY ROCK *** (1974)
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…
No more kings…
No more kings!
Rockin’ and a-rollin’,
Splishin’ and a-splashin’
Over the horizon,
What could it be?
Looks like it’s going to be
A free country.
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THE SHOT HEARD ROUND THE WORLD
Music & Lyrics: Bob Dorough
Sung by: Bob Dorough
Now the ride of Paul Revere
Set the nation on its ear,
And the shot at Lexington
Heard round the world.
When the British fired
In the early dawn,
The War of Independence had begun,
The die was cast, the rebel flag unfurled.
And on to Concord marched the foe,
To seize the arsenal there you know,
Waking folks, searching all around.
Till our militia stopped them in their tracks,
At the Old North Bridge, we turned them back
And chased those Redcoats back to Boston town.
And the shot heard round the world
Was the start of the revolution.
The minutemen were ready, on the move.
Take your powder, take your gun,
Report to General Washington,
Hurry men, there’s not an hour to lose.
Now at famous Bunker Hill,
Even though we lost, it was quite a thrill.
The rebel Colonel Prescott proved he was wise.
Outnumbered and low on ammunition,
As the British stormed his position,
He said, «Hold your fire till you see the whites of their eyes.»
Though the next few years were rough,
General Washington’s men proved they were tough.
Those hungry, ragged boys would not be beat.
One night they crossed the Delaware,
Surprised the Hessians in their lair,
And at Valley Forge they just bundled up their feet.
Now the shot heard round the world
Was the start of the revolution.
The minutemen were ready, on the move.
Take your blanket, take your son,
Report to General Washington.
We’ve got our rights and now it’s time to prove.
Well, they showed such determination
That they won the admiration
Of countries ‘cross the sea like France and Spain.
Who loaned the colonies ships and guns
And put the British on the run,
And the Continental Army on its feet again.
And though they lost some battles too,
The Americans swore they’d see it through.
Their raiding parties %shut up, hit and run.%
At Yorktown the British could not retreat,
Bottled up by Washington and the French Fleet,
Cornwallis surrendered and finally we had won.
>>
>>
From the shot heard round the world,
To the end of the revolution,
The continental rabble took the day.
And the father of our country
Beat the British there at Yorktown,
And brought freedom to you and me and the U.S.A.
God bless America!
Let freedom ring!