Hey Little Bug, hey Little Bug—
You are pulchritude.
And just because that means beauty,
Don’t you let some dude
Make you feel dumb for being smart, if that’s what you end up to be.
Hey Junior Bug, hey Little Mug
You can wear his clothes, or you can wear hers
You can wear old clothes
Or your hair up each day, if you prefer.
Winter in summer, dark in the dark, pink top with red shoes.
A smile. Or not. You get to choose.
Lucie Louis Louie, my kid
They’ll armchair your life, making calls from afar
Naming you names they would not give their moms,
Saying things when you dared show your face, more than they can say,
Saying things as AnonymousUser69
Saying the things to say the things.
If you take a big step, which I hope you do,
Out in the world, or out on the line,
Make sure it is for none other than you you you.
Little Bug Little Bug
You’ve got your mama’s heart
And your mama’s laugh
And your mama’s pout
And your mamas’ hearts
Yes, as in love.
You’ve got your mama’s push
And your mama’s touch
And possibly all that we’ve got to give.
You you you. You you you.