Now We Are Six

It’s funny how often they say to me, “Jane?

“Have you been a good girl?”

“Have you been a good girl?”

And when they have said it, they say it again,

“Have you been a good girl?”

“Have you been a good girl?”

I go to a party, I go out to tea,

I go to an aunt for a week at the sea,

I come back from school or from playing a game;

Wherever I come from, it’s always the same:

“Well?

“Have you been a good girl, Jane?”

It’s always the end of the loveliest day:

“Have you been a good girl?”

“Have you been a good girl?”

I went to the Zoo, and they waited to say:

“Have you been a good girl?”

“Have you been a good girl?”

Well, what did they think that I went there to do?

And why should I want to be bad at the Zoo?

And should I be likely to say if I had?

So that’s why it’s funny of Mummy and Dad,

This asking and asking, in case I was bad,

“Well?

“Have you been a good girl, Jane?”