Boys and Girls

What are little boys made of, made of?
What are little boys made of?
Snakes and snails, and puppy-dogs’ tails,
That’s what little boys are made of.

What are little girls made of, made of?
What are little girls made of?
Sugar and spice, and everything nice,
That’s what little girls are made of.

I hate this nursery rhyme. Always have. I found it unfair that my genetic make-up was composed of two things that disgusted me and one that was incredibly sadistic. I mean what do puppy dog tails have to do with anything? So we’re apt to torturing dogs? Is that it, Mr. Nursery Rhyme writer? I love dogs! I’d sooner smash my thumb in a door than cut off a dog’s tail.

I mean who wrote this crap? And who were they to tell me what I was made of? I’ll tell you what I’M made of. Blood and guts. And that’s what girls are made of too. Sugar and Spice indeed.