In all the men I've ever seen,
They all possess a silly gene.
The little boy He plays inside,
He romps and jokes within their hides.

He'll not grow up, no matter what,
We think us girls, Boy what a nut.
He'll not let us get in a rut,
And other times be such a but.

Observing them is lots of fun,
We all must laugh when day is done.
Who knows from where the pun, It comes?
We think the Dads give to the sons.

Sometimes I think us girls should be,
A little like the boy in he.
Let's find the gene in you and me,
They have more fun, as you can see.

When we grow oh so very old,
We tend to lose our childish mold.
We should recall those days of old,
Cause life is short when all is told.

Laugh we must when we grow tall,
This little kid will play in all.
Or else for sure we'll take a fall.
So go outside and play some ball.

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