My young son asks me: Must I learn mathematics? <br />What is the use, I feel like saying. That two pieces <br />Of bread are more than one's about all you'll end up with. <br />My young son asks me: Must I learn French? <br />What is the use, I feel like saying. This State's collapsing. <br />And if you just rub your belly with your hand and <br />Groan, you'll be understood with little trouble. <br />My young son asks me: Must I learn history? <br />What is the use, I feel like saying. Learn to stick <br />Your head in the earth, and maybe you'll still survive. <br /> <br />Yes, learn mathematics, I tell him. <br />Learn your French, learn your history!<br /><br />Bertolt Brecht<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-young-son-asks-me/
