Words Without Song
You can get too big for riding a trike
Or training wheels attached to your bike;
You can get too big for Mama's old pouch,
But you're never too big for Oscar the Grouch.
You can outgrow cute pajamas with feet,
And holding hands when crossing the street;
You can grow so tall that (sometimes) you crouch,
But you're never too grown for Oscar the Grouch.
When you're all grown up, you won't need a sitter;
You'll drink strong tea and not think it bitter;
When you take that shot
In a tender spot,
You'll never, ever say ouch.
You can be too old for dinner at 6:00
And building things with popsicle sticks;
But you'd best go find a psychiatrist's couch,
If you're ever too old for Oscar the Grouch.
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