And What Is Wrong With

When You Grow Up", I Said, "do You Ever Stop Feeling Little And Weak?" "no," She Says. "there's Always A Little Frail And Tiny Thing Inside, No Matter How Grown-up You Are.

I Don't Want To Be Little Again. But At The Same Time I Do. I Want To Be Me Like I Was Then, And Me As I Am Now, And Me Like I'll Be In The Future. I Want To Be Me And Nothing But Me. I Want To Be Crazy As The Moon, Wild As The Wind And Still As The Earth. I Want To Be Every Single Thing It's Possible To Be. I'm Growing And I Don't Know How To Grow. I'm Living But I Haven't Started Living Yet.

Words Should Wander And Meander. They Should Fly Like Owls And Flicker Like Bats And Slip Like Cats. They Should Murmur And Scream And Dance And Sing.

Words Should Wander And Meander. They Should Fly Like Owls And Flicker Like Bats And Slip Like Cats. They Should Murmur And Scream And Dance And Sing.

And What Is Wrong With Playing With Words? Words Love To Be Played With, Just Like Children Or Kittens Do!