I saw you put my face in there before.
Why does it flash so – what are you doing?
You’re beginning to make my eyes quite sore.
What is that wool thing and can I eat it?
No, don’t wrap me up. I can’t feel my toes.
With too many clothes I’m overheated.
I won’t need a coat like that till it snows.
I’m beginning to dream of when I’m big
and I will be able to speak my mind
and tell you the foods that make me feel sick
and all of the stuff I’ve got on my mind.
But all I can do right now is to dream
And when you get it right, give you a beam.