I’Ll Come, Little Boy

I’ll come and play with you, little boy, For I would be your little girl. We’ll laugh, we’ll love, we’ll play and we’ll sing; We’ll just pretend lake down by the old spring, And toss ourselves high in the old willow swing, Just you, little boy, and I.

Yes, I’ll come and play with you, little boy, For I would be your little girl. I’ll bring my sweet kitties and doggies and “Ted”, The little brown bear, with the cute little head, And we’ll sing them to sleep in a wee trundle bed, Just you, little boy, and I.

Oh! I’ll come and play with you, little boy, For I would be your little girl. We’ll sit by the brook where the cataract calls; And make believe, down by the Silver Thread Falls, That we’re on a honeymoon, like Grandma Mauls, Just you, little boy, and I.

Yes, I’ll come and play with you, little boy, For I must be your little girl. I’ll cook in an oven of clay and of loam; I’ll kiss you, dear boy, whene’er you come home, And then you’ll kiss me, little boy, all my own, Just you, little boy, and I.