When I was young, the world was divided:
Big people knew all the answers
And could use electric drills.
Little people didn't
As I grew older, there were fewer big people
(Or perhaps I became more choosy)
The number of little people
Today, I drilled a hole in the wall
With my very own electric drill:
But I had to stand on a chair
Poetry copyright © Peter Howard.
Illustration copyright © Andrea McKenzie.