Oh, number 11
You are one short of a dozen
No normal table will fit you comfortably
You are nobody’s favorite number
You rhyme with the number seven
Rhyming isn’t all that impressive
Oh, number 11
There is nothing special about you
You could be mistaken for two number ones
A lot of people like the number two
You could be mistaken for number two
But two is not really you
Oh, number 11
50 states
Baker’s dozen
12 tribes of Israel
Three blind mice
You are not famous for anything
Oh, number 11
You don’t even matter enough
For me to truly feel bad for you
But when I write you down
You look very symmetrical
Everyone likes symmetry
Oh, number 11
I think you are the most stoic number
You don’t need me to like you
You just do what you do
Without you we would never get past 10
You are more than two hands
Oh, number 11
Sometimes I feel like you
Nobody notices, nobody cares
But we couldn’t get there without me
Number 11’s unite
Stand strong