When Little Timmy went to school
And mastered one to nine,
He thought the other kids were cool,
And every class divine.
He painted shapes in red and blue,
And drew in curves and bends
And by the time the day was through,
He’d made a hundred friends!
“I’m pals with Pete and Mike and Max!”
He told his dad in pride.
But Timmy’s parents were ant-vax.
And Timmy ducking died