"You're a boy, she said
You can't be afraid of anything."
And with that she gave her baseball bat,
A hard, meaningful swing.
Off he ran, the little boy,
To prove his name and might,
But came running from the bushes,
Screaming, holding his head tight.
"There are bees in there, and bugs too,
Why must you throw so far?"
The girl giggled, ignoring his cries,
And continued to enjoy her candy bar.
"I think i'll rest a bit", she said
"Girls aren't as strong as boys you see"
With that she swung her head back
And settled underneath a shady tree.
He waited, shuffling his feet
Wondering what he should say,
And just as he grew tired and dull,
She once again was ready to play!
"Should I ask that man over there,
To squirt you with his water gun?"
No! he pleaded, I'm not a sissy,
And I can definitely bear the sun.
Red ribbons and summer prints
Circled her aura running about,
She smiled the devil's smile
Underneath a woeful pout.
His shirt soiled, once was white
As he chased her flying curls,
A boy he was, devoid of feelings,
Except one of awe for the girl!
And so they played, as equals,
While she kept calling the shots,
Of course, little boys are bullies
You just have to join the dots.
