The Little Man

There was a boy who was only six He loves school And loves to hit He loves to fool Then one day he went outside To play with his friends They loved to hide Til the day would end Then one day he was talking to this girl So sweet as can be He loved her curls Then asked would you marry me She said no Then he cried She started to go He asked why She said im am six Not five Go play with sticks Nice try From then on her name was stinky curls His friends asked why He said she was the only girl Then cried