| One, Two, | Ten, Nine, |
| The scarabs flew, | He choked on wine, |
| Three, Four, | Eight, Seven, |
| Through air they soar, | Was barr’d from heav’n, |
| Five, Six, | Six, Five, |
| Wove gold from sticks, | Fell down, alive, |
| Seven, Eight, | Four, Three, |
| Green gleaméd great, | Stood up to see, |
| Nine, Ten, | Two, One, |
| We’re rich again. | His work undone. |
Counting Rhyme Alpha-Omega
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