"One, Two, Three, Four..."
Hurry! Hurry! Come quickly as you can!
I've been thinking of a place since before the counting began.
This place, it's the best, this I know.
I think it's a place after me, everyone will follow.
My heart is racing, I can't catch my breath!
Only four more counting numbers are left.
Up, up, up...climb into the poetry.
I'm sure my friends would never guess in here I'd be.
"Seventeen, Eighteen, Nineteen, Twenty!
Ready or not, here I come!"
I'm trying not to breath
as my friend in poetry searches
for the meanings underneath.