In the shadow of twelve, a measure so keen, Where footfalls are counted in inches unseen. Twelve steps to a journey, or twelve to a stride, A ruler's sweet whisper where inches abide. In ancient calculations of segments and spans, Twelve rules the mosaic with invisible hands. A dozen, a dance of precision's embrace, Where each little inch finds its justified place. So tread with the twelve, through time's measured beat, Where twelve steady inches make a foot complete.