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MATH CLASS LESSONS

One,two,three,four
Let the numbers grow more
Five,six,seven,eight
Someone's love,someone's hate
Nine,ten,eleven,twelve
Ladder sums like fat books on the shelf
Thirteen,fourteen,fifteen,sixteen
Loads of worksheets on the pin
Seventeen,eighteen,nineteen,twenty.

Tables after tables I see
Twenty one,twenty two,twenty three,twenty four
Give stress on the graph more
Twenty five,twenty six,twenty seven,twenty eight
Know the interests to get paid
Twenty nine,thirty,thirty one,thirty two
You've got hundred more problems to do
Thirty three,thirty four,thirty five,thirty six
Know the adjoint and inverse of a matrix
Thirty seven,thirty eight,thirty nine,forty .


Weak in calculus and you get a D
Forty one,forty two,forty three,forty four
For approximation see next door
Forty five,forty six,forty seven,forty eight
Know the formulae to differentiate
Forty nine,fifty,fifty one,fifty two
Odd plus odd is divisible by two
Fifty three,fifty four,fifty five,fifty six
We've got a linear equation to fix
Fifty seven,fifty eight,fifty nine,sixty.

Might find 3-d geometry a bit misty
Sixty one,sixty two,sixty three,sixty four
While algebra and arithmetic make the core
Sixty five,sixty six,sixty seven,sixty eight
Triangle circle parabola let them fight
Sixty nine,seventy,seventy one,seventy two
A quadratic equation looks like an U
Seventy three,seventy four,seventy five,seventy six
Let the coin and dice in probability mix
Seventy seven,seventy eight,seventy nine,eighty.

Cheating on relations no longer makes you feel guilty
Eighty one,eighty two,eighty three,eighty four
Complex numbers may scare you with roar
Eighty five,eighty six,eighty seven,eighty eight
Solving limits can be a freight
Eighty nine,ninety,ninety one,ninety two
A.P G.P may get stuck with glue
Ninety three,ninety four,ninety five,ninety six
Vectors will give you brain kicks
Ninety seven,ninety eight,ninety nine,hundred
Maths is fun,no longer a dread.

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