Little Boy, and the Little Girl Connection

Little boy yellow
was a sick little fellow

Little bed white
held little boy tight
 
Little pillow red
cradled little boys head

and Little bowl blue
held little boys stew

while Little boys mom
sang little boy a song.

 

This applies to my day in a lot of ways except that I am female and the blue bowl was actually a big blue glass of Limeade, I haven’t got a red pillow, and my mother is both far away and not prone to singing me songs.  But hey, I wrote this years and years ago about absolutely nothing.