They're as proud as they can be Every time the baby squeaks; When she gets as big as me Bet they'll scold her if she speaks! 'Cause some visitor, perhaps, When I try to say a word, Laughs an' says that little chaps Should be seen instead of heard. If that's truly what they mean, Seems to me it wasn't wise, If they meant me to be seen, Not to make me bigger size. An' if I can't talk so much, Why did God, who had his choice Of materials an' such, Make me have so big a voice? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SACHEM OF THE CLOUDS (A THANKSGIVING LEGEND) by ROBERT FROST A REPUBLIC! by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |