Boys and Girls
They’re one thing today and another tomorrow
There must be a book about life I could borrow
The pages within it, I’m hoping could teach
How I’ve got four children... but that’s one of each
Our Daisy and Sue play with little Bob’s toys
And since when was Barbie intended for boys
But Bob’s next to Sue and its such a pity
That Sue’s a bit rough and Bob’s really pretty
And Daisy has given us plenty of stick
Because we were cruel not to christen her Mick
Then one day she kicked up one hell of a stink
Because the new cardi we’d bought her was pink
I grinned when she borrowed some jet black mascara
From her other brother... the one she calls Tara
But all of my hopes proved a little bit rash
When under her nose she scribbled a tash
She said, ‘I know, Daddy, that it makes you whirl
But I cannot settle for being a girl’
And what happened next drove me pretty well bonkers
She dropped down her Y-fronts a couple of conkers
And then she went on to say something quite silly
‘Dad, all I need now is a lovely big willy’
My wife who’s all female, reacted on queue
Looked at me, sighed and said ‘Honey... Me too!’
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