Sue's head is full of doubt:A boy has asked her outTo ride a roundaboutAnd run and play and shoutBut Sue knows: boys like tricks,Like curses, boos and kicks,They like all lousy jokes,Have pockets full of rocksSo Sue...

For reasons yet unknownTo little Sue aloneThe shining sun leaves spotsOf blue forget-me-notsOn juicy bright green grassFull of the noisy fussOf beatles and red antsWho build the sugar plantsAnd merry-go-aroundsO...