I think that,
Someone needs to tell me why we're here and what to do while I'm here.
When we finally shuffle off of this mortal coil,
I would like to know what will happen.
I think I can, I think I can, I think I can.
Coincidences are also funny things...
I think that existential questions satisfy the thoughts of man,
And that this might just- coincidentally-
become a very existential riddle.
This is the last "and"
Numbers are very funny things, when they keep recurring...
Like a dozen, or
Half of a dozen (Which appears three times, in fact)
(Try to guess what this poem/riddle is describing. I'm sorry if it's a bit vague, I might have to go back and edit later.)