Two little boys set out
one day, for the great outdoors
in the yard to play, but a
little girl with bows in her
hair, sat down on the grass and
began to stare.

The little boys played with
rocks and sticks, they built a
little house with bricks; they
laughed and giggled that sunny
day, but all she did was watch
them play.

And when their fun in the dirt
was through, they ran off
laughing as little boys do. But
the little girl smiled and
moved to their toys, she knew
she could play just like the boys.

She washed their little trucks
and all, and parked them neatly
by the wall. She planted flowers,
used moss for grass, and gave
the place a touch of class.

She put little bows on their
soldier men, and put them where
they should have been; working
the garden like good soldiers do,
so she bit off their guns and
buried them too!

Then she looked at the road
the boys had made, that had pot
holes and mud traps and a rock
baracade, and she smoothed it all
out then admired what she'd done,
thinking, "Girls can play too and
have just as much fun!"

But the two little boys came
back to see, and they howled with
laughter at what she had done to
the place they had built in the
dirt, and she went off slowly,
sad and hurt.

The little boys watched as she
walked away, and went in the house
that sunny day, and they wished
they hadn't laughed so hard, at the
way that she'd fixed up their yard.

"It isn't so bad," the little one
said, as he smiled at the garden and
flower bed that the little girl
planted on the battle ground, with
leaves and flowers that she had found.

So they went in to see the girl,
with bows in her hair and a little
curl, that when she walked bounced up
and down, in her baby hair all soft
and brown.

They found her in her room at three,
with her dollys and teddys having
afternoon tea, and the little boys
stood and watched her play, unfluffed
by the way the boys acted that day.

"Would you care for some tea with
Maranda and I? We have crumpets and
cakes and fresh apple pie. We'd be
pleased if you joined us." she said
with a grin, as she moved her dolls
over so the boys could squeeze in.

So they sat at the table pretending
to eat, as she put hats on their
heads and high heels on their feet.
She gave them all purses and long
feather wraps, and each had a dolly
to put down for a nap.

And the little girl smiled as she
so proudly sat, watching two little
boys play a girl game like that. But
a shootout erupted in the little girls
room, and the boys became cowboys
in a western saloon.

She dove for the safety neath her
soft downy bed, as the boys made a tent
from her fluffy pink spread. They
pretended her dolls were the indians
that day, and she laughed at the boys
and the way that they play.

Later on they all left and went
back to the dirt, where they played
with the girl in the frilly red skirt.
All together they sat on the ground
that nice day, and they learned that
together is okay to play.

She didn't mind she was dirty as she
played on the ground, and they ignored
their big hats with the frills hanging
down, and they laughed as they played
in the dirt with their toys, that curly
haired girl and those two little boys.