The Question of Why

Feels like forever Though she's only five With a purpose in life To ask the question why A tiny Shakespeare To be or not to be The reason she's here Is to make me think Why is the sky blue Why is the grass green Why when birds clearly whistle They say that they sing Why do frogs leap And bunnies hop Why do dogs and trees Both have a bark Why do bees that sting Make honey so sweet Is there a man in the moon And does he like cheese Why are Summer's so hot And Winter's so cold Why do cat's get nine lives And do dogs have souls These are just some Of the questions that come My way each day As I try and answer them Feels like forever Though she's only five With a purpose in life To ask the question why