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."
