"W'EN I am beeg," says he -- Dat leetla keed of mine -- "Gran' doctor I weell be, An' Oh, so smart an' fine You weell be proud of me; W'en I am beeg," says he. "You beeg enough," she say -- Hees madre, dat's my wife -- "I like you deesa way; Eef only all your life Like deesa you could stay! You beeg enough," she say. "You are too beeg," I cry. "You crowd your madre's heart, Eef you grow more, oh my! You bust eet all apart! No room dere now have I; You are too beeg," I cry. "W'en I am beeg," says he, "I feex all dat for you. Eef hearts can bust, you see Dey can be menda, too! Gran' doctor I weell be W'en I am beeg," says he. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO MY MYRTLE [MIRTLE] by WILLIAM BLAKE CHURCH MONUMENTS by GEORGE HERBERT THE LADY POVERTY by ALICE MEYNELL TO THE MOON (1) by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY STEAMBOATS, VIADUCTS, AND RAILWAYS by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH ON THE INDESTRUCTIBILITY OF READING MATTER by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE TRANSFORMATION OF A TEXAS GIRL by JAMES BARTON ADAMS |