One night in June, I was visiting my girlfriend, When suddenly there came a little voice from behind Phoebe announcing that she could do a backbend. My friend tried to shush her, I really didn't mind. Oh mommy, mommy, I gotta tell you one other thing, she said, Her face upside-down and red. Okay, young lady, then you'd better get your bu*t back to bed. She said: I can count to five, I can count to five, I can count to five, I can count to five, I can count to five, I can count to five. What a clever little girl! Where in the world did you learn to count to five? I'm blown away by your new ability, Pointing out that you are one. And she and I make three; Kitty and the turtle make five, make five. You know Melissa, I really can't ignore The way she counts to five when the music is in four. She's a darling thing, a gem of a child, But this obsession with five has gone on for awhile. She's got five dolls, five braids on her head, Five pairs of shoes at the foot of her bed. I can't imagine where this might end, but honey, Maybe you should talk to her five best friends about it. Uh-oh, here she comes again. One two three four five, one two three four five, I can count to five, I can count to five, I can count to five, I can count to five. What a pleasure, little girl, Hearing the confident way you count to five! You say the numbers with such authority, Pointing out that you are one, And she and I make three, Kitty and the TV make five, make five. I can count to five [13 X], All the way to five.