Oh maths!
Why don't you come into my grip?
It is a pity that,
From my hands you always slip.
I work to be a hero
But you always prove me a zero.
You know that you're
My favourite subject
But you always place me second every contest.
I think that I am not nill
But you push me down the hill,
If you don't like me.
Why do you attract me?
From the topper list
Why do you subtract me?
Why don't you come into my grip?
It is a pity that,
From my hands you always slip.
I work to be a hero
But you always prove me a zero.
You know that you're
My favourite subject
But you always place me second every contest.
I think that I am not nill
But you push me down the hill,
If you don't like me.
Why do you attract me?
From the topper list
Why do you subtract me?