‘Drink your milk, it’s good for you,
you’ll grow up nice and tall.’
I’m still at the table though
I’m only three feet small.

Mummy says I’ll grow up big
but look I’m still the same –
maybe if I drink some more,
perhaps the cow is to blame?

Yes, I’ll find a bigger cow,
then I’ll start to climb,
but mummy says not all at once –
I have to give it time.