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Little boys have grubby faces.
Dirt and dust in funny places.
Patches and band-aids they also wear,
And never a ribbon in their hair.
Cowboy belts and holes in their knees.
They always grab and never say please.
They�re noisy and pushy, shovey and mean,
And it�s hard for mommy to get them clean.
Grubs and bugs they keep in their pockets.
Not like pictures in pretty lockets.
They leap and run, fall and splash.
Hither and thither they make a dash
Going nowhere as fast as they can.
Where on earth did they find the jam
Plastered and painted all over their faces?
You know they�ve been in forbidden places.
Helter skelter they fling their duds,
Then soak for hours in tons of suds.
But snuggled in bed and ready for sleep,
Mother forgives him for not being neat.