On the first day of school
Jem told me that, in school
Everything is different
I should not bother him
Nor embarrass him in front of "his" friends
Dressed in her red-and-white-striped dress
Miss Caroline is a peppermint drop
A faint line always come between her eyebrows
And Atticus always wrong by her
I am no longer praising Jesus's words
Cats and rats and men scatter all over the place instead
I am no longer allowed to write
We must all learn how to Print
Where does my buttered sandwich reward go
Or where does the dozen quick little pats come from
Miss Caroline is different
Not like Atticus,
Not Jem, not Dill
Not Calpurnia
Not anyone I known
She is only a pretty little thing
