“Dragonfly,” Friend, June 1972, inside back cover
I wish I could be like a dragonfly
And not bother with dressing at all;
Then I’d just grow a larger suit
When my old one became too small.
If I could be like a dragonfly,
My small suit would gently split,
And I’d just wiggle and jiggle around
And step right out of it.
Underneath there would be a suit
That would fit me to a tee!
If I could have grow-on clothes
How pleasant that would be!