Sugar, spice, and everything nice
that's what little girls are made of
Boys are: frogs, snails, and puppy dog tails
Basically everything that girls are afraid of
The boys play with their trucks
and they all run amok
while their mommies are cooking at home
the girls all play house
not one dirties her blouse
while her daddy’s out working alone
the little boys run they all have much fun
till one trips and scraps his knee;
the little boy cries his mother just sighs
his brother says real boys don't cry-not me
the girls are all playing singing and saying
the rules in an imagined house of their own
when out of nowhere a boy pulls her hair
and then the girl is crying in moans
her mother comes quick
she knows just the trick
to explain why the deed had been done
she explains the boy just likes her
so that’s why he strikes her
and that's where the problem begun.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem