Drew Wants To Know

Sometimes I get to wondering, why? Almost any old subject will do, For I have one of those curious minds Like a three-year-old named Drew Sometimes he tugs on my trousers And stares up into my cloudy eyes, Like he thinks I can answer anything When I can’t, I hear disappointed sighs I asked why he thought I would know Why the sky is blue, the grass is green And he, without hesitation, replied, “Papa, from all those years you've seen!”