Inchworm,
inchworm,
measuring the marigolds,
You and your arithmetic,
you'll probably go far.
Inchworm,
inchworm,
measuring the marigolds,
Seems to me you'd stop and see
how beautiful they are.
Two and two are four,
four and four are eight,
Eight and eight are sixteen,
sixteen and sixteen are thirty-two.
School days,
school days,
dear old golden rule days,
Reading and writing and arithmetic,
Taught to this tune till it made us sick.
You were my queen in calico.
You were my bashful barefoot beau,
And you wrote on my slate,
I love you.
If I could save time and a bottle,
The first thing that I'd like to do,
Is to save every day
till eternity passes away,
Just to spend them with you.
If I could make days last forever,
If words could make wishes come true,
I'd save every day like a treasure,
And then again I would spend them with you.
But there never seems to be enough time To do
the things you want to do once you find them.
I've looked around enough to know that you're
the one I want to go through time with.
If
I had a box
just for wishes,
And dreams that had never come true,
The box would be empty,
Except for the memory of how
They were answered by you.
But there never seems to be enough time
To do the things you want to do once you find them.
I've looked around enough to know that you're
the one I want to go through time with.
Two and two are four, Four and four are eight,
That's all we have on our business like minds.
Two are four,
Four and four are eight,
How could we be so blind?
Remember the hill,
my darling,
And the oak tree
that grew on its brow?
They've built forty stories upon that old hill
and the oaks,
An old chestnut now.
Remember the meadow so green, dear,
So fragrant with clover and maize?
Into new city lots and preferred business
plots They've cut them up
since those days.
School days,
school days,
Dear old
school days,
Read and write and learn arithmetic,
Taught to this day,
When we were a couple
of keys.