The number 300,
Where did it come from, you ask?
Come sit, dear child.
I will do my best
To describe 300
It’ll put your mind at rest.
Once upon a time, One became known
To all across the world
Yet no One knew then
That One had a twin; of sorts
One was delighted
Thinking that “!” was by One’s side
Yet a rude awakening quickly followed,
That Exclamation Point always trailed behind.
One drifted along,
A fraction of fear, for
One wanted an addition
Of this, it was clear,
Alone One felt relatively null.
A need to multiply, One felt,
Was its right summation
Was One the final destination?
UNTIL
One terrible shaking shook the world
So unexpected and irrational
When the shuddering settled
One felt naturally at ease
Not knowing the quiet
Was but a tease.
Yet One was but a start,
Another One came calling,
Abstract and complex
People were swept off their feet
Heads all awhirl,
Some stomachs, too, truth to tell.
Trees fell, waves rose up in the air
Then all was quiet on the front
Staying right and stable.
‘One happened, then once again?’
Questioning arose
One following another One did not compute.
A wise woman named Venn asked
“We should all come together,
A gathering circle.”
They joined as a group
They overlapped in a fury
Theories were thrown about,
Until One shouted, “Eureka!”
Twa claimed its name.
Ideas and events added more to the mix
Tres followed Twa
Then came the rest.
One hundred came,
Followed by Twa hundred in a row.
Last year it was 299,
Then we added One,
And 300 was born.
So, dear child,
300 is here! This equation is solved.”
“But Grandpa,” she said,
Rubbing her eyes,
“Why will next year
Be 300 and One?”
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