Seven

When I was six years old
 Teacher told me I was slow
 "You must learn to count to ten --
 You can't just stop at seven."
 But seven scabie Grahams
 And seven Gevar lambs
 And seven kits with seven cats
 And seven dwarves in seven hats
 When I go to work
 The numbers make my head hurt
 My boss says, "A dozen even."
 I say "No! It must be seven!"
 'Cause seven sister stars
 And seven Argives sparred
 And seven streets with seven dials
 And seven horns and seven eyes
 I get home from work again
 Flip to Channel Seven
 The girl pulls the balls from the bin
 The next six -- all sevens!
 Yeah, seven autumn flowers
 And seven bidding bauers
 And seven champions kneel
 And seven colored wheels
 And seven bloody stones
 And seven kings of Rome
 And seven deadly plagues
 And seven floating kegs
 The bodies seven lie