Little Girls

They're as cute as they can be

When they're two years old or three

They are something to adore

When they're three years old or four

Would those charms could long survive

Which are theirs when they are five

But they have such lovely tricks

When they've journeyed on to six

Their their little legs grow stout

And those two front teeth come out

Seven and eight and nine they stage

What is called the awkward age

After that, through many a year

All their graces reappear

Loveliest creatures on life's stage

Little girls -- at any age!

(A Poem by Mrs. John Wilson; published in Along the Navajo Trail, March 1966)