I am six months old!

My cousins Carol and Elsbeth gave me two books of poetry (that mom has been reading to me nearly every night). This poem is about being six years old, but I think it is still appropriate.

When I was One,
I had just begun.
When I was Two,
I was nearly new.
When I was Three
I was hardly me.
When I was Four,
I was not much more.
When I was Five, I was just alive.
But now I am Six, I'm as clever as clever,
So I think I'll be six now for ever and ever.