This is how it’s done
This is where you put it
This is how you sit little lady
This is how you sip
Cross your knees, at least your ankles
Don’t wear your skirt up so high
Comb that hair dear one
Make sure your chores are done
And clean up, look pretty
Don’t try and be so witty
You’re looking like a gruffly boy
Stop playing with your brothers toy
Say it softly, gently must you speak
Mind that temper, it shows you’re weak
Control your mouth, no filth must come out
Agree, pleasantly and dare not shout
Aaaaarrrghhh!
You make me want to scream
I’m as much a ragga muffin
As a fairy queen
Why can’t I wear pink with the yellow and blue,
Why can’t I climb trees like the boys do?
Leave my hand, let me run freely
The fields beckon, the trees whisper
Come and sit with us a while
Stretch your legs and rest your back
Let the grass tickle your skin
Breathe in this cold dry wind
Mother, mother - Come with me
This is where life is meant to be
We’ll bite into apples straight from the tree
And drink the spring waters and splash our faces clean
Sing songs so loud, our voices are heard
Travelling along with the sounds of the bird
Stare into the deep blue skies
Smell flowers, watch the butterflies
Come mother come, come with me
It’s time for you to hold my hand
To help me grow into being me
And it’s time for you, to set yourself free
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