Show Just Folks Folks- 8 By EDGAR A. A GUEST GROWING G UP One thing I know kno at twelve years ears old A little girl Is s hard to hold Her dolls neglected seem to say Has Janet really gone away And who is this long skirt skirted d maid Who keeps the room where S J Janet met stayed Who can this haughty person be Who enters here yet doesn't see That weeks and weeks and weeks weeks- have fled led Since properly weve we've gone to bed Janet Janel would never go to rest Until she had us all undressed There Th re Is a lad lady here herc who stands Before th the mirror and her hands I Arrange with most particular care The shimmering beauty of her hair Or touch with drops of scent each tress And seems to think of naught but dress So sad they seem and sad am I ITo ITo ITo To see the swift years cars racing by And like the dolls I gaze upon I 1 wonder too where Janet's gone But all I know at twelve years old A little girl is hard to hold Copyright 1935 Edgar A A. Guest |