Grown- Up Talk

Half-Past-Six and I were

In a very grown-up way;

We had got so tired with

That we did not want to play."How do babies come,

I wonder,"He said, looking at the sky,"Does God mix the things

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

When the saucepan isn't clean."