Subtraction - Poem by Laura E. Richards

Six from four leaves two, Mamma,
Six from four leaves two.
Surely that is right, Mamma, -
Don't you think 'twill do?

Please don't shake your head, Mamma!
Well, it's _nearly_ right;
And what difference does it make
If it isn't _quite_?

Hark! the boys are there, Mamma,
Out upon the lawn;
If I don't go soon, Mamma,
They will all be gone.

_I_ would let _you_ go, Mamma,
Were I teaching you.
Six from four leaves two - oh dear!

_Four_ from _six_ leaves two, Mamma!
Now I have it right.
Well! upon my word, I think
I wasn't very bright.

Dear Mamma, before I go,
Here's a kiss for you.
Four from six leaves two, hurrah!
Four from six leaves two!