Little Boys

Little giggling monsters
How much I miss kissing you
Little hands dirty with mud
Little feet quickly run through the yard
Little chatter box
Laughing
Giggling
Tripping
Falling
Crying
And laughing all over again
Little boys are made of frog
And nothing nice
Ah the little monsters
Love to make their little sister cry
It has been awhile
Since I hold you in my arms
Tickle you until you run and hide
Ben, Nicholas, Marcus
My little giggling monsters
You better run and hide
Since the kissing monster
Is running right behind