Once I was a one, go figure.
It was a lonely existence and then I met someone, and there was two.
A good figure was the addition.
The two multiplied by the usual means and now three. A good number and trinity was achieved.
Then four and then five, productive we were and the fingers to measure a hand.
Then slowly the children raised moved out one by one,
And now there is only the pointer and the thumb.
But we two treasure the memories and the time,
Such is the circle of life, says the silent mime.