I’m found on a hand and also a tree, You’ll find me on Sunday, occasionally, Records, pictures, islands and brew, From August to Wolfgang and Sago for you.
Walking down the street one day, I met a woman strolling with her daughter. “What a lovely child,” I remarked. “In fact, I have a younger child as well,” she replied.
What is the probability that both of her children are girls?
1/2 probability. This has been know to cause raging debates and is known as one of the variations of the Boy or Girl paradox. This variation is more straightforward because knowing the position of the child leaves only two possibilities – the other child is a boy or a girl, each of which have a 1/2 probability.
It’s true I bring serenity, And hang around the stars But yet I live in misery; You’ll find me behind bars With thieves and villains I consort In prison I’ll be found But I would never go to court, Unless there’s more than one
It cannot be seen, it cannot be felt, Cannot be heard, cannot be smelt, Lies behind stars and under hills, And empty holes it fills. Comes first follows after, Ends life kills laughter.