I’ve grown three inches, maybe four,
and now I’m really sad.
The reason is my favourite shirt
now looks too short and bad.
Mom says tomorrow we will shop
and so I’ll have new clothes.
She says I’ll be a whole new boy
from my head to my toes.
And so tonight, I lie in bed
and know I’m growing tall,
and dressed Big Teddy in my shirt
cause inside — I’m still small.