I'm older now! 
why am I not treated as such!

If I were a wanderer, fend for myself I could 
So why must I be kept in her clutch?

Phone when you get there
Home you be by six--

I'm older now!
let go! why can't she, and see!

I can separate the load; the eatery I wash
So why of me she must protectively be 


Put on your hat, cover your ears
No! you can't; I bring on the tears

I'm older now
Her I may depend for all life's necessities 
Guess that's why the tadpole is still seen in me.