That little grey-haired lady
Is as old as old can be,
Yet once she was a little girl,
A little girl like me.
She liked to skip instead of walk,
She wore her hair in curls;
She went to school at nine, and played
With other little girls.
I wonder if, in years and years,
Some little girl at play,
Who’s very like what I am now,
Will stop to look my way.
And think: “That grey-haired lady
is as old as old can be,
Yet once she was a little girl
A little girl like me.”
