Half-Past-Six and I were talking In a very grown-up way; We had got so tired with running That we did not want to play. "How do babies come, I wonder," He said, looking at the sky, "Does God mix the things together An' just make it-like a pie?" I was really not quite certain, But it sounded very nice; It was all that we could think of, Besides a book said "sugar and spice." Half-Past-Six said -- He's so clever -- Cleverer than me, I mean... "I suppose God makes the black ones When the saucepan isn't clean." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GETTING A PURCHASE by KAREN SWENSON TRULY GREAT by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES WOMAN'S CONSTANCY by JOHN DONNE IMAGINATION, FR. A MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE INVITATION by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS SPANISH WINGS: SENORITA by H. BABCOCK HUNTING: OPENING by JULIANA BERNERS ELIJAH AND THE PRIESTS OF BAAL: IN A TIME OF FAMINE by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |