Never Quite Just Right
They say I’m too young,
to cross the street to play.
That I’m too old to cry,
when I don’t get my way.
That I am much to big,
to swing on the garden gate.
But very much too small,
to stay up after eight.
I’m young, I’m old,
I’m big, I’m small -
Do you ever think, in age and height,
I will ever grow to be just right?
by Author Unknown
They say I’m too young,
to cross the street to play.
That I’m too old to cry,
when I don’t get my way.
That I am much to big,
to swing on the garden gate.
But very much too small,
to stay up after eight.
I’m young, I’m old,
I’m big, I’m small -
Do you ever think, in age and height,
I will ever grow to be just right?
by Author Unknown