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 tucked away
Until the prohibition of little girls