Sugar and spice and everything nice, that’s what little girls are made of…
…in your weird outdated genderized dreams.
This little girl is made of naughty grins, cunning eyes, plans to hatch, to get a rise.
A hand over here, a hand over there, another fistful of big sister’s hair.
You want to be big, you’ve got a loud roar, at the very least you could try to help out more.
Play on, Nettles.
Whadya got: