I Am Four

Hi mister. You going to live here? Bet you don’t know what my name is. Bet you don’t. Brian. It is so Brian. Brian George Barr. I live right over there. See, in that house. You want to know how old I am? Hey, I bet you don’t even know how old I am. Hey, are you listening? I’m four years old--see, this many. Am too. Fi--no, four whole years.

Hey, you have any little kids I can play with? Why not? Not even one? Got any dogs? Huh? No, my mother isn’t calling me. She never calls me. No it’s not. I don’t even hear anybody. She’s not even home. Bet you I can run fast. I can too. You want to see me? See that stop sign way down there? Watch this. Now watch. Are you watching? Okay, say readysetgo. Go ahead, say it. I’m not running till you say readysetgo.

See that? I’m back already. Pretty good, huh. Hey, can you jump, mister? I can. Let’s see you. Like this. Know what? I can do my own hair and shoes. I like ice cream too. And if I want to, I can sing. I can sing real good. Want to hear me sing? Here goes. God bless America. Land that I love. Stand beside her and guide her. Through the light with a fight from above. From the moun-- hey, where are you going? Aren’t you listening? Don’t you think I sing real good?

Mom says I sing real good. What’s that? Is that a newspaper? Why are you rolling it up? Why are you hitting it in your hand ? Say, you’re just trying to scare me, aren’t you, mister. Aren’t you? Aren’t you? Hey, I got to go now, bye. Mom-meee!