Classic Poem

One is two, I'm telling you,
The truth is surely plain to see.

And two and three are five, it's true,
But not the way they're meant to be.

Four is four, not two plus two,
It can't be such an oddity.

Five is five, but three is too,
You have to view them properly.

Well, six is six, like pickup sticks,
But seven is three, it has to be.

And eight is seven, inbetwixt,
So nine minus six is nothing, not three.

If you can't see, your mind's too strict,
Your memory, is not the key.

You have to look at four, five, and six,
You mustn't think, you have to see!