She's a babe
Just a babe
Still cavorting in her crib
Eating breakfast with a bib
With her baby teeth and all her baby curls

She's a tot
Just a tot
Good for bouncing on your knee
I am positive that she
Doesn't even know that boys aren't girls

She's a snip
Just a snip
Making dreadful baby noise
Having fun with all her toys
Just a chickadee who needs a mother hen

She's a cub, a papoose
You could never turn her loose
She's too infantile to take her from her pen

Of course, that weekend in Trouville
In spite of all her youthful zeal
She was exceedingly polite
And, on the whole, a sheer delight
And if it wasn't joy galore
Never once was she a bore
That i recall
No, not at all
Ah, she's a child
A silly child
Adolescent to her toes
And good heaven, how it shows
Sticky thumbs are all the fingers she has got

She's a child
A clumsy child
She's as swollen as a grape
And she doesn't have a shape
Were her figure hard to beat? It is not!

Just a child
A growing child
But so backward for her years
If a boy her age appears
I am certain he will never go again

She's a scant and a rat
Doesn't know where she is at
Unequipped and undesirable to men

Of course, I must, in truth, confess
That in that brand-new little dress
She looked surprisingly mature
And had a definite allure
It was a shock, in fact, to me
A most amazing shock to see
The way it clung
On one so young
She's a girl
A little girl
Getting older, it is true
Which is what they always do
Till the unexpected hour
When they blossom like a flower

Oh, no! Oh, no! That, that