Little Boys

Mud puddles were made for little boys on warm summer days, In search of tadpoles and frogs and other delightful items of play. Grass snakes are fine but they’re hard to contain, They get slick and slimy when left in the rain. Little boys need big pockets to amass all their wealth, Momma’s need strong hearts to keep up their health. They never know the mysteries they’ll incur while sorting those jeans, What’s lurking in those pockets may be obnoxious and obscene. Cowboys and Indians with a stick horse named Rex, Little Johnny told Tommy my new name is Tex. He said I’m the toughest desperado this side of old San Antone, The fastest quick draw that’s ever been known. Momma calls out, it’s time to come in, it’s time to lay down, Come in right now there is no need to frown. So off to their rooms they are sent, so momma can rest, As they both hug her neck and say you are the Best.