Do ya wanna catch some bullfrogs?

I once asked a pig-tailed freckle nose

She had a reedy kinda voice

But otherwise was normal

Not having any sisters,

I really had no idea what girls were good for

Other than getting them to do tricks

Like sticking their tongue out at ya

Do ya wanna catch some bullfrogs?

Nah, but we can ride our bikes

But I don’t have one, I confessed

We can take turns on mine, then.

And so we did for a long, long while

Both of us quite content with each other

She thrilled to have company

And I to ride a bike

The next day after school she asked me,

Are you hungry, and I being six said, yeh

‘Cause I was always hungry

Even though Mom really tried.

Mom’s at work, I’ll fix ya somethin’

By then she was buried in the fridge

I wanted grilled cheese, she said, 

But eggs will have to do, do ya like em?

This was great, I thought, girls can be good for friends

PB&J was the most my buddies knew

Or stealing cookies from a jar

But now, here, with eggs beginning to hiss . . .

I thought that along with salt and pepper

Those eggs should be accompanied by a kiss

I’m sure if some camera woulda caught me

I’d cringe while others snickered

But my little pig-tailed chef

Merely beemed upon complying

As though it was the most normal thing in the world

To have a guy eating outta your hand, cause for her it was.