When Will I Became Tall?

Sometimes I wonder,

Of the switch of our inverter

It is so up

That simply my father

Can touch!

My father is so high

Sometimes I believe

He may touch the sky!

And here I am

Short and small

That I could go in a box

With just a slight crawl!

Oh God!

Just tell me

When I’ll stop my crawl,

And be very soon

Like my father,

So tall.