the rock crushes the scissors
and the scissors cut the paper
but how how how does the paper beat the rock
she just wraps it up like a present
in a beautiful color
and pretty little card that reads
with love
I asked my brother
I asked my brother why
why in the heavens should I bother
why should bother to multiply
well he just points at the smile on his little boy's face
and with the same boyish smile he says I rest my case
the rock crushes the scissors
and the scissors cut the paper
but how how how does the paper beat the rock
well I asked my sister
I asked my little sister how
how can you stand your hands to blister
and your knees to bruise, how can you allow
well she shrugs her shoulders
and she rolls her eyes
brother you might be older
but you sure ain't wise