Pass the mathematics,please

There’s many who’d slip a  Twix  ‘tween their lips
What’s  a wife to me without tea?
Where are you glowing to.my pretty maid
Underneath the  larches,I sit and scheme with you.
My honey lies over the ocean.,my honey lies over the tea.I don’t mind her lies for she makes good pies.Oh,swing with me honey,  ir’s  free
On Rich Man’s Hill
I  pet her in the larder where the  pate’s stowed
Have you ever been a glove,my boys?
He shall need his sock.
Flocks in pastures green revising ,will they pass their maths exam?