THE GROWN-UP WORLD
Reading edition
O Grown-Up World, where I live and play, Shall I really belong in you, world, some day? The chairs are so tall, it is hard to climb up, So heavy to hold is a grown person’s cup, The door-knobs are high, very high, I must stand On the tips of my toes when I put up my hand. The grown people sing as they pass in and out And things seem just right, as they journey about; They light the high lamps, and they read the big books And they smile down upon me, with far-away looks. But soon I’ll be older, and then I’ll be tall, And I’ll wind the old clock, where it stands in the hall; I’ll sit down in chairs like my great-aunt Marie And lift the big pot when it comes with the tea. Grown-Up World, where I live and play, Shall I really belong in you, world, some day?
