Eight

 When I have had my evening bath,

And run upstairs and give a laugh,
And Mother switches off the light,
I'll still be seven 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 Eight years old.

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

~Waldorf Birthday Poem