But Mom!
Says the little girl, pouting about
To the woman,
Who feels left than thirteen
‘Twas Tom!
The girl cries, as she wrestles and shouts
Pulling hair
As she’s acting so mean
Have I grown?
Asks the mother, all riddled and scared
To herself,
For yesterday seems
Like she was
Just the poor little girl in this poem
Who’s pulling
Her hair while she screams.
How the World Should Work 