When you are nine
Your energy is off the chart
End of the day just like the start
No boundary line
You are an instant Broadway hit
Convincing in an outfit
Of your design
You treasure objects of a kind
That any grown up would find
Hard to describe
You think your parents make no sense
They hang around and get intense
They give you bribes
You choose an ant to be your pet
And try to tame it on a bet
You make up spells
A fan of death-defying moves
A genius at switching moods
No warning bells
Imagination unconfined
The polar opposites combined
Impossible to outshine
When you are nine
Gustav Klimt, Mada Primavesi, 1912
when you are nine
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