My Favorite Boy

You can have the boy who can ride and shoot,

Who can sing and play and dance;

Give me the boy who can make his bed

And sew a button on his pants.

You can have the boy who wants baseball

Who’s killing umpires in his sleep;

Give me the boy who can wash a dish,

And scrub the kitchen floor and sweep.

You can have the boy who can steer a car,

Who can handle the wheels and brake;

Give me the boy who can pick a roast,

The boy who can broil a steak.

It is not because I love him best,

That I hold him up to view,

But because, if he weds the average girl,

These are the things he’ll have to do.

Aug. 19, ‘10

Monday Aug. 22, ‘10