Half-Past-Six and I were talking <br />In a very grown-up way; <br />We had got so tired with running <br />That we did not want to play. <br /> <br />"How do babies come, I wonder," <br />He said, looking at the sky, <br />"Does God mix the things together <br />An' just make it-like a pie?" <br /> <br />I was really not quite certain, <br />But it sounded very nice; <br />It was all that we could think of, <br />Besides a book said "sugar and spice." <br /> <br />Half-Past-Six said--He's so clever-- <br />Cleverer than me, I mean... <br />"I suppose God makes the black ones <br />When the saucepan isn't clean."<br /><br />Katherine Mansfield<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/grown-up-talk/
