Classic Poem

I know some little girls and boys
Who play with blocks and other toys;
But no one offers toys to me
Except to use as “stimuli.”

I look at children romp and shriek;
They play a game called hide-and-seek;
They run and hide, and shout and run,
And have the greatest lot of fun.

But where I go they only play
To gather knowledge day by day,
And so absorb an education
Through “muscular coördination.”

They gum rough letters on a board,
I learn them of my own accord;
I play at hide-and-seek with these,
And thus I get my A, B, C's.

Some children have a game called war,
They march lead soldiers on the floor;
But where I go it is enough
To know that things are smooth or rough.

While other children call it “fun”
To hop and skip and jump and run,
I do these things unconsciously
To set my little spirit free.

While other children merely play,
I garner wisdom every day.
I'm never up to childish tricks.
Yes, ain't I cute? I'm only six!