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.
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