The Bra

Bouncing, bouncing, bouncing, On Mom and Daddy's bed. Up and down, up and down While Mommy's getting dressed. Changing, throwing, landing White Mountains at my feet Something new to play with The mountains call to me. Stopping, flopping, sitting, With wonderment and awe Reaching out, mouth open To kidnap Mommy's bra Mommy, Mommy, Mommy Will I have boobies too? Mommy smiles until she hears When I get old like you Honey, baby, sweetie You won't for you're a boy. Only girls can have them We each have our own toys. Mommy, Mommy, Mommy I'll take the toy I have, And share it with the little girls So they won't feel so bad.