  My dearest friend, John M—, and I, at least our mothers say, Are growing just as weeds will grow in April and in May. John's legs they grow so very fast his pants they leave his knees, His jackets get so very tight they burst if he dare sneeze. His head grows large and larger, I suppose because of brains, So when he wears his last year's cap, it causes lots of pains. And I am such a growing thing, my dresses they won't last More than a month before the spot marked by my knees is passed. And when I had the measles and had to stay in bed, You scarcely can believe me, but I grew from foot to head. And when I tried to wear my shoes, oh, my, but they did pinch! But generally my shoes don't last until they are too small, Because I kick the toes right out while playing at football. |
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