Arithmetic by Carl Sandburg – Your Daily Poem

Arithmetic is where numbers fly like pigeons in and out of your head.
Arithmetic tells you how many you lose or win if you know how many 
    you had before you lost or won.
Arithmetic is seven eleven all good children go to heaven–
    or five six bundle of sticks.
Arithmetic is numbers you squeeze from your head to your hand
        to your pencil to your paper till you get the answer.
Arithmetic is where the answer is right and everything is nice 
    and you can look out of the window and see the blue sky–
    or the answer is wrong and you have to start all over and 
    try again and see how it comes out this time.
If you take a number and double it and double it again and then
        double it a few more times, the number gets bigger and bigger
        and goes higher and higher and only arithmetic can tell you
        what the number is when you decide to quit doubling.
Arithmetic is where you have to multiply–and you carry 
    the multiplication table in your head and hope you won’t lose it.
If you have two animal crackers, one good and one bad, and you eat one 
    and a striped zebra with streaks all over him eats the other, 
    how many animal crackers will you have if somebody offers you 
    five six seven and you say No no no and you say Nay nay nay 
    and you say Nix nix nix?
If you ask your mother for one fried egg for breakfast and she gives you 
    two fried eggs and you eat both of them, who is better in arithmetic, 
    you or your mother?