Monday, April 26, 2010

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?

Little cheeks
Little teeth
Everything around me is little

If I wring
Little necks
Surely I will get an acquittal

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

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 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 girls

Some day I'll land in the nut house
With all the nuts and the squirrels
There I'll stay
Locked away
'til the prohibition of
Little girls
Isn't it weird that your life can suddenly take on the identity of one of the songs you're choreographing to? 7 hours last weekend...32 little girls. Yikes. I'm proud of myself for still being relatively sane. Don't get me wrong; they're adorable. They're just a handful.

1 comment:

jess said...

You are a better woman than me!