“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!