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Big peoples words.



Just out of kindergarten

I thought I had it made.

But Mother was so worried

As I joined the First Grade.



The teacher welcomed us,

Told us to all look  forward.

But The only speak that we could talk

Was called big peoples words.



The teacher told a story

About two little birds

Whose mother only let them chirp

With grown up peoples words.



Then we got the point

We were no longer young,

No more baby speak

Was To roll off of our tongue.



We had to leave behind

The baby talk we knew ,

Learn this grown up speak

In everything we do.



So teacher she asked john,

“What do you really like the best ,

When you are home weekends

What makes you most impressed?”



“I like to visit Nana,

More than any other.”

(Then Teacher said)

“You should use a grown up word,

Call her your Grandmother.”



Then Mitchell said his piece

About a big choo choo.

“Don’t you mean a train?”

“It’s grown up words we use.”



Then she glanced at me,

My breath away she took,

“What about you young Richard?”



“Me, I read a book.”



“My word.” the teacher said,

“I think we have a hit,

What book did you read?”

“Come on you must admit.”



“Mmm,I thought and thought a bit.

Still thinking as I sit.



Oh yeah I remember..



Of course..



Winnie The Shit!