Oh to be born a boy!

Oh to be born a boy!
No hair to braid and plait

Just pant and shirt and off...

And get to stay out late!

No one to stare and say
"Dear mind just how you sit!"

One leg up in the air

Another in the pit!

No one to chide when we
Get all wet in the rain

For us its "Hurry in"

For them its "Watch them play"

No outfit matching fits

No monthly period blues

And when we're old enough

To hear our 'I love Yous'

No one to snatch the phone away

And yell all Hitler like

And grab the secret notes

And steal our heart's best spikes!

No one to cheek and curse
In case a skirt's too high...

3 suits is quite enough

Forget the wash and dry!

As kids we're told just why,

As teens we're told just when,

And still they just go on..

In turning wives to hens!

Just once to feel all free...

To run through life all high...
Climb trees, catch toads, spill drink,

And bid your blush goodbye!

Oh to be born a boy!

The fact that seals it all...
You have your cake and eat it too!

Don't say it isn't fun!