Joined: 16 Aug 2003
|Posted: Sat Aug 16, 2003 5:35 am Post subject: Jonathan Bing Poem
|I am looking for a poem that my Dad knows by heart and taught to me and my brothers. I would love to be able to get him a copy of a poetry book that includes this poem. Here is the entire poem, WORD-FOR-WORD:
When Jonathan Bing was young, they say,
He skipped his school and ran away.
He sat on the meadow and twittled his thumbs
And Never learned grammar, or spelling, or sums.
So now if you ask him to add one to two,
"Explain what you mean," he'll answer to you,
"Do you mean tomorrow, for that's too bad
And what sort of sum do you want me to add?"
"Oh Jonathan Bing, you haven't the trick
Of doing sums or arithmetic."
"Oh give me the chance, just one more try,"
Said Jonathan Bing with a tear in his eye.
"Very well Jonathan, try once more,
Add up one hundred and Seventy-four."
"One hundred and seventy four," said he,
Why that's a great age for a person to be!"