Nine

 When I have had my evening bath,
And run upstairs and give a laugh,
And Mother switches off the light,
I'll still be eight years old tonight.

But, from the very break of day,
Before the children rise and play,
Before the greenness turns to gold,
Tomorrow, I'll be Nine years old.

  Nine kisses when I wake.
  Nine candles on my cake!

~Waldorf Birthday Poem