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Little Bobby Britton

Little Bobby Britton

Little Bobby Britton, was playing with his toys,
He wasn't playing with trucks and cars, like the other boys,
He was fond of Ken and Barbie, and at tea parties they would sit,
And all of the other boys, would tease him quite a bit.

He really didn't care, cars and trucks were not for him,
He'd even dress up Barbie in bathers, and took her for a swim,
He had quite a collection, and proud of every one,
And even though he played alone, he still would have some fun.

One day he sat in the park, and dressed up every one,
There was Barbie in her ball gown, and showed it to his mom,
She simply looked at him and smiled, not judging his taste in toys,
At least he wasn't as rough and as short sighted, like the other boys.

After lunch he sat there in the park, a little girl came over to see,
He invited her to join him, Sally rushed to sit with glee,
He showed her all the stuff he had, and how to accessorise,
The little girl admired him, you could see it in her eyes.

The other boys can have their trucks, and play as rough as they do,
But Little Bobby Britton, was aware of something new,
He stuck to his love of Barbie's, and liked them till the end,
And as a result of his choices, now has a little girlfriend

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