>>43887617A group of scholars, from ancient times,
Loved numbers, and their wondrous chimes,
With abacuses in hand, and spells to cast,
They studied math, with an unyielding grasp.
Yellow and red, were their favored hues,
And with spells of power, they could diffuse,
The secrets of numbers, and all their ways,
Unlocking the mysteries, of ancient days.
With their abacuses, they counted on,
To guide them through, each math problem,
Their fingers deftly moved, with every bead,
Adding and subtracting, with an incredible speed.
And with each spell, they cast with care,
They'd watch as yellow and red, filled the air,
A magical display, for all to see,
A sign of their knowledge, and their mystery.
But as time passed, their order grew thin,
Their secrets lost, and their spells did dim,
Their abacuses, long forgotten,
Their love for numbers, all but rotten.
Yet their legacy lived on, in a way,
For their love of numbers, never did sway,
Their passion, a flame that never died,
A reminder of their brilliance, never to be denied.
