Helena is a Spy

When I was born, I was young.
I had two legs. I had two lungs.
I would cry when I was mad,
giggle and drool when I was sad.

I had a mom. I had a dad.
I had a grandmother, and brothers, too.
I had a dog. I had a cat.
You could say we were one happy family.

When I was young, my life was fun.
I'd play out in the yard.
My mom would cook my food and clean my clothes.
I'd watch TV and go to bed.

When I grew up, I had to go to school
and learn what they called the golden rule.
I had to learn to dress just right, or
heaven forbid, I'd be the fool.

Now I'm grown up, and things are tough.
I had to find myself a job.
I have to clean my own clothes and cook my own food.
Sometimes the pressure gets too much.

When I was young, and I'd fall down,
my mom would clean and kiss my sores.
It felt so good. Yes, I was glad
to know that someone was around.

I'm older now. I'm on my own.
My family's moved away.
When I fall down, and I get hurt
I have have to clean my own dirt.