When he was One,
He had just begun.
When he was Two,
He was nearly new.
When he was Three
He was hardly me.
When he was Four,
He was not much more.
When he was Five,
He was just alive.
But now he is six,
Speech walled off by bricks
Resistant to tricks
Subsistent on flicks
Subject to a mix
Yet no technique clicks
And so we endeavor,
That he not be pre-six for ever and ever.
