Can anybody think of a poem about being three years old?

Question

Can anybody think of a poem about being three years old?

Answer 1

Pick your nose,.... Live happy!

Answer 2

Shes three, Shes three

One day she'll want to be free!

She three, she three

One day she'll say "you don't have to take care of me."

Your getting so tall

looking at all the notces on the wall.

I'm watching you grow

and dont want to let go!

You are my baby

but one day you'll be a lady!

With kids of your own

don't be afraid to call me on the phone!

One day i'll get old

after all my stories are told!

Please don't cry Novalee

mommy will be flying free!

I will look in on you

and my grand babies too!

I will always be in you heart

and nothing i mean nothing will tear us apart!

i love you my baby

my really big wonderful lady!

you'll meet me agaian soon

when you look at the moon!

Buts now lets enjoy

all the screaming and toys!

Because you still only three

and you not yet quite free!

This poems a ryme

to go ahead in time!

But were gonna live for now

with our heads in the clouds!

I love you novalee

because your always gonna be a little part of mommy!

-Andrea Becraft-

Answer 3

today your 3 yippee yipee!!!

no longer 2 boohoo boohoo!!

your growing so tall...u no longer fall

i miss u so ....why did u grow.

no longer my angel...my little fire .

im off the wire...

today your 3 yippee yippee!!!

no longer 2 boohoo boohoo

Answer 4

poem from a three year old--brenden kennelly

And will the flowers die?

And will the people die?

And every day do you grow old, do I

grow old, no I’m not old, do

flowers grow old?

Old things – do you throw them out?

Do you throw old people out?

And how you know a flower that’s old?

The petals fall, the petals fall from flowers,

and do the petals fall from people too,

every day more petals fall until the

floor where I would like to play I

want to play is covered with old

flowers and people all the same

together lying there with petals fallen

on the dirty floor I want to play

the floor you come and sweep

with the huge broom.

The dirt you sweep, what happens that,

what happens all the dirt you sweep

from flowers and people, what

happens all the dirt? Is all the

dirt what’s left of flowers and

people, all the dirt there in a

heap under the huge broom that

sweeps everything away?

Why you work so hard, why brush

and sweep to make a heap of dirt?

And who will bring new flowers?

And who will bring new people? Who will

bring new flowers to put in water

where no petals fall on to the

floor where I would like to

play? Who will bring new flowers

that will not hang their heads

like tired old people wanting sleep?

Who will bring new flowers that

do not split and shrivel every

day? And if we have new flowers,

will we have new people too to

keep the flowers alive and give

them water?

And will the new young flowers die?

And will the new young people die?

And why?

Answer 5

George George Morrison Morrison

Wetherby George Dupree

Took great care of his mother

Although he was only three

Sorry, I am quoting this entirely from memory.  I think it's by A A Milne.  I can't track the book down in the house at the moment.

Answer 6

im 3 and i am free i can do anything because im free

i dont know about but i can screem as loud as i want because i am free.

i get what i want my parents always listens to me

and that is why im free