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