My name is John, and I am five.
My brother, Glenn, is two.
I like to hold our baby, Rose;
She is so small and new.
When Father says, "I'm going out,"
I ask, "May I go too?
You need my help out in the shop,
To give the tools to you."
But Father smiles and says, "Not now,
Your mother needs you, John.
You be a willing helper; then
Come out when you are done."