Spinning Top Toddler

I still have faint memories of the day When in our small living room I did play A toddler of three, spinning on my head Lord, why wasn’t I born a boy instead? Acrobatic talent was freely shown But I was wearing a dress; grandma moaned Swatted me, “Act like a lady,” she said Lord, why wasn’t I born a boy instead? My mother smiled, took a different approach The acrobat skills she did not reproach “You may take lessons,” to classes she led Lord, why wasn’t I born a boy instead? ‘Cause mom insisted I take ballet, too And just the very thought made me feel blue Dancing on toes caused foot soreness widespread Lord, why wasn’t I born a boy instead? Eight years of lessons, but ne’er ladylike Gracefulness failed to emerge from this tyke To this day, I’d rather spin on my head Lord, why wasn’t I born a boy instead? *For Paula's Baby Boo's Shoes Contest