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They try to tell me, although I'm three,
That stars aren't magic lamps you see,
Or, they don't exist and died before me.
As if to say, I must agree,
Just because I sit on their knee.
But I know better, for I am three.
I am three,(with perhaps a month or two more,
They tell me quite soon, I will be four.)
But if there's a knock, I don't open the door-
For even at three, you can never be sure,
If its a giant, a cross-eyed lemur,
Or a scary doctor with a nasty cure.
I am three, and I know more than my friends,
Where a rainbow begins and where it ends
What it is made of and why it bends,
When in the sky, like magic, it blends-
Who that candy to three year olds sends,
How it is colored and why it pretends.
My daddy says he's thirty-three,
Isn't it strange, he knows less then me.
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