Classic Poem

I ' M not a little bit of girl no more,
An' do n't talk baby-talk like I did when
I had to have nurse put on all I wore —
I 'm never goin' to be small again.
I 've got a teeth that 's loose — a baby teeth,
That I can wiggle jest as easy — see?
An' there's a new one coming underneath
That will be jest as white as it can be!

An' I am growing so that mamma says
She just can't keep me in nice-lookin' clothes;
An' Uncle Bob said, " There's other ways —
Jest buy her rubber skirts, and waists, and hose; "
He uster to make me cry, he teased me so,
But now I know he meant it just in fun,
He takes me walking now, he " likes to go
With grown-up folks, " he says — an' I am one!

I know I 'm getting big, but that ain't all —
When company comes to dinner, they can see
That I am growing old as well as tall,
An' none of them talk baby-talk to me.
The chair I sit in is jest like the rest
Although my feet do n't reach down to the floor,
Of all the nice things, this I think 's the best —
I do n't sit in a high chair any more!