A Child's Grace

A CHILD'S GRACE

Down in time for breakfast!

And a clean green dress,

And my hair

Curled in six-

Three on one side

And three on the other;

And I

Very well washed

All over.

Opposite me is the Baby

With his bib-

Pink

With white elephants on it.

And there is mother

And father;

And we bend our heads

Over our blue plates with oranges.

Our grace is silent-

You can talk that way, you know,

To God,

Though sometimes you have to scream

At Baby-

To make him pay attention

If he is playing, and you want him to come.

After grace is over

I feel quite new