Ancient Girl

Growing old and fossil like is dumb It takes the fun out of living past three Three used to be my favorite hour What a bummer I've simply run out of power What will I do with all my dollies Retire them...set them out to pasture Should I put my swirly lollipops in a museum To lose their color and flavor in the coming days And what about my gold fish Louey He loved to drink the water and tell the truth Will it turn gray and moldy too Flushed down the toilet to its doom There was so much pizzazz to life when I was young I don't know what to do Birthdays are trouble without a doubt I have to learn how to count past three Can't even enjoy cartoons and afternoon tea Little girls grow out of climbing trees too No more pretty pink dresses And I didn't even get a pony for Christmas That distresses me beyond belief I think I'm going to cry I'm too young to die It is so difficult being four I wish I could be four forever more