Little Girls

Little girls, little girls

Everywhere I turn, I can see them

Little girls, little girls

Night and day, I eat, sleep, and breathe them

I'm an ordinary woman

With feelings

I'd like a man to nibble on my ear

But I'll admit

No man has bit

So how come I'm the mother of the year?

How I hate little shoes

Little socks, and each little bloomer

I'd have cracked years ago

If it weren't for my sense of humor

Some women are dripping with diamonds

Some women are dripping with pearls

Lucky me! Lucky me! Look at what I'm dripping with

Little girls

Little cheeks, little teeth

Everything around me is little

If I wring little necks

Surely, I would get an acquittal

Some day, I'll step on their freckles

Some night, I'll straighten their curls

Send a flood, send the flu

Anything that you can do to little, little, little

Little, little, little, little

Ha, little girls

Some day, I'll land in the nut house

With all the nuts and the squirrels

There I'll stay, tucked away

Till the prohibition of little girls