Tomboy
These rough and tumble boys,
To me, are a lot more fun
They’re keen on climbing trees
They’re always on the run
I’m not big on flowers
Or chatting by the lake
And girls go on for hours
And most of them are fake
I’d rather catch a frog
Than sit and do my nails
And slosh through a bog
Than tell those shopping tales
So Mr. Counselor,
Let me give boys’ camp a whirl
I’d rather stay right here
Even though I am a girl
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