I am small because I am a little child. I shall be big when I am <br />as old as my father is. <br />My teacher will come and say, "It is late, bring your slate <br />and your books." <br />I shall tell him, " Do you not know I am as big as father? And <br />I must not have lessons any more." <br />My master will wonder and say, "He can leave his books if he <br />likes, for he is grown up." <br />I shall dress myself and walk to the fair where the crowd is <br />thick. <br />My uncle will come rushing up to me and say, "You will get <br />lost, my boy; let me carry you." <br />I shall answer, "Can't you see, uncle, I am as big as father? <br />I must go to the fair alone." <br />Uncle will say, "Yes, he can go wherever he likes, for he is <br />grown up." <br />Mother will come from her bath when I am giving money to my <br />nurse, for I shall know how to open the box with my key. <br />Mother will say, "What are you about, naughty child?" <br />I shall tell her, "Mother, don't you know, I am as big as <br />father, and I must give silver to my nurse." <br />Mother will say to herself, "He can give money to whom he <br />likes, for he is grown up." <br />In the holiday time in October father will come home and, <br />thinking that I am still a baby, will bring for me from the town <br />little shoes and small silken frocks. <br />I shall say, "Father, give them to my data, for I am as big <br />as you are." <br />Father will think and say, "He can buy his own clothes if he <br />likes, for he is grown up."<br /><br />Sir Rabindranath Tagore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-little-big-man-2/
