I don’t think it’s all that fine,
That our Leah is turning nine.
I don’t think it’s all that great,
So we’ll just keep her at age eight.
The problem is, that girls at nine,
Like to fuss and tend to whine.
“My hair must be, just so curly.”
“I must be a pretty girly.”
“I need a dress that looks just so,
Cause I’m out to get a beau.”
“Mommy, let me wear lipstick,
I promise not to wear it thick.”
So you see this thought of mine.
A girl’s problems start at nine.
We must act before too late.
We’ll just keep her at age eight.
Put away the birthday cakes.
And in the morning when she wakes,
Just forget the date and time.
No one I know is turning nine.