Little Sue

Sue's head is full of doubt:
A boy has asked her out
To ride a roundabout
And run and play and shout

But Sue knows: boys like tricks,
Like curses, boos and kicks,
They like all lousy jokes,
Have pockets full of rocks

So Sue now askes her friends
(A willow tree that bends
So low to touch her ear,
A cat, a fly, a deer,

A hen and all her sons,
And trees Sue climbs for plums,
And sunlight spots that stay
with her for holiday,

And bets that fly in woods,
Her old bright-yellow boots,
Blackbirds who fly in skies,
Her favourite lullabies)

To go for her at ones
To noisy boysy farms
To see the nusty tot
And quote him whate she wrote

"Our sweet red-haired Sue
Just couldn't play with you.
She plays with frogs of swamps,
With horses' manes she combs

With flighty green baloons
With midnight shining moons,
With fallen autumn leaves,
Snowflakes on Christmas Eaves.

She doesn't like no toys
And never plays with boys"