Bathing and dressing— such a fuss!
But all the grownups say I must.
“It’s important-something good!”
But I’d get out of it if I could.
What’s with these clothes? They don’t feel right.
What’s with these shoes? They’re hard and tight.
My hair just won’t go good today.
They pick and pat to make it stay.
My fingernails must be so clean,
Gee whiz, are we gonna meet the Queen?
And why do I have to stand so still
And let folks pinch my cheek at will?
But just you wait til I get older,
And I can be a little bolder.
Then no more dressing up, you’ll see–
I’ll wear what I like and I’ll be me!