Little Girls

MISS HANNIGAN

LITTLE GIRLS

LITTLE GIRLS

EV’RYWHERE I TURN

I CAN SEE THEM

LITTLE GIRLS

LITTLE GIRLS

NIGHT AND DAY

I EAT, SLEEP AND BREATHE THEM

I’M AN ORDINARY WOMAN

WITH FEELINGS

I’D LIKE A MAN TO NIBBLE ON MY EAR

BUT I’LL ADMIT

NO MAN HASBIT.

SO HOW COME I’M THE MOTHER OF THE YEAR?

LITTLE CHEEKS,

LITTLE TEETH,

EV’RYTHING AROUND ME IS LITTLE.

IF I WRING LITTLE NECKS

SURELY I WOULD GET AN ACQUITTAL!

SOME WOMEN ARE DRIPPING WITH DIAMONDS,

SOME WOMEN ARE DRIPPING WITH PEARLS.

LUCKY ME!

LUCKY ME!

LOOK AT WHAT I’M DRIPPING WITH —

LITTLE GIRLS.

Shut up!

HOW I HATE

LITTLE SHOES,

LITTLE SOCKS,

AND EACH LITTLE BLOOMER.

I’D HAVE CRACKED YEARS AGO,

IF IT WEREN’T FOR

MY SENSE OF HUMOR.

SOME DAY I’LL STEP ON THEIR FRECKLES,

SOME NIGHT I’LL STRAIGHTEN THEIR CURLS.

SEND A FLOOD,

SEND THE FLU,

ANYTHING THAT YOU CAN DO

TO LITTLE GIRLS.

SOMEDAY I’LL LAND IN THE NUTHOUSE

WITH ALL THE NUTS AND THE SQUIRRELS

THERE I’LL STAY, TUCKED AWAY

‘TIL THE PROHIBITION OF

LITTLE GIRLS