Until I Was Twenty

By the time supper time was coming,

I was made to sit nicely,

And my head was made to nod,

There was a dunnage right in my mouth.

I once stood up from my sit,

When I was about to take my own food,

But they did not allow me to.

Strange eyes stared at me.

I pointed my finger,

“I want that food,” said I

That eyes made me to take a step back,

And shaking head helps to pull me away.

I sat and waited to be feed,

Until I was twenty…