Questions and Answers
No one quite tells me what I want to know;
They answer me—and that’s the end of that.
For if I ask, “What makes a flower grow?”
Their answer wouldn’t satisfy the cat!If I say: “Daddy, why should snow be white
And fall in crystals, no one like the other?”
He mumbles gruffly, while he strikes a light:
“I’m busy, Tommy. Run and ask your Mother!”But Mother, when I ask why cuckoos cuck,
Just stares at me and says: “God made them so,”
And gives me such a wise and solemn look,
Which means, of course, she really doesn’t know.And Nannie’s way is diff’rent altogether,
For if I ask why winter days get colder,
She gives a grunt and says: “Oh, it’s just weather.
You’ll understand all that when you grow older!”