One is the loneliest number
When that's how many days I've been clean
It's a minor marker on an uncertain journey
While I'm feeling more strung out than I've ever been
Two is the number it takes to tango
A minimum number to cooperate
A buddy to help hide the body
A fellow soul to share one's fate
Three gives you a triangle
Either in love or geometry
Three degrees is damned cold outside
As well as a very shallow trajectory
Four is the common quadruped
Loping along the foursquare savannah
Tweeting his thoughts to the world
And the fact he's being stalked by Jack Hannah
Five is half a decade
The anniversary needing a gift made up of wood
A very pretty buffalo nickel
Which is no longer able to buy anything very good
Now you can count to five
Thanks to these silly rhymes
Breathe in breathe out it's no big deal
Come back tomorrow around this same time
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