Grown- Up Talk

Half-Past-Six and I were talking

In a very grown-up way;

We had got so tired with running

That we did not want to play.

"How do babies come, I wonder,"

He said, looking at the sky,

"Does God mix the things together

An' just make it-like a pie?"

I was really not quite certain,

But it sounded very nice;

It was all that we could think of,

Besides a book said "sugar and spice."

Half-Past-Six said—He's so clever—

Cleverer than me, I mean…

"I suppose God makes the black ones

When the saucepan isn't clean."