People tell me I must do All the growing that I can; For they say I'll soon be through— I won't grow when I'm a man. That is why I'm fed so much Nasty stuff to make me grow, Tapioca, squash and such; But I don't believe it's so! Daddy's old. @3He@1 won't be fed Things for which he doesn't care. Yet I notice that his head Keeps on growing through his hair. |