In the poem "We Are Seven" by William Wordsworth, the poet recounts a conversation he had with a little girl with curly hair. Wordsworth conversationally asks the girl how many siblings she has, and she says that, including herself, there are seven children in her family. He asks her where her siblings are, and she tells him that two of them can be found in the church yard. The speaker doesn't seem to understand this and challenges her that if two of her siblings are dead in the church yard then there are in fact only five of them, but she doesn't relent. She tells him about how she and her brother spend time with them, how the grass above them grows green and lush, and, no matter how hard he challenges her math, she remains insistent: there are seven of them.