I know it was,
A silly decision,
To get a new dog,
And name him Division...

Division ain't average,
Like other ole' mutts...
He won't eat his food,
No ifs, ands, or buts...

Is he O.K? offered Mom,
Is he sick? asked my Dad,
Division loves quotients,
They make him feel glad...

The first day I gave him,
4 pieces of treat,

I came home that day,
He'd had nothing to eat!!
He'd divided his treats,
Into 2 equal parts..
2 treats in each pile,

My dog had math smarts!!
The next day,
I left him,
Even more biscuit,
9 treats in his bowl,


A lot, but I'd risk it...
But when I came home,
He'd eaten not one,
3 piles of 3,

This dog was not dumb!!!

I shouted and shouted,
Division...go eat!!!
And I screamed,
And I yelled,
Until I was red like a beet...
Poured 36,
Pieces of steak,

And went off to school,
And left him a cake..
But when I returned,
Had he eaten the beef?
Nope...
6 piles of 6...

My dog was no dope!!!
The cake was gone,
And that's the sweet truth,
I think , Division,
Has a sweet tooth...
Division, I said,
What are we gonna do?
If you keep finding quotients,
There won't be a you!!!
We must travel down,
Some other pet-path,
Now Division is learning,
Some new types of math!!!

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