Boy Crazy

I walk down the street,
And hum a little tune.
I like every boy I meet.
(I've met four since noon.)

My heart goes insane
When I meet another boy.
I don't even need to know his name
Before I get so full of joy.

Hormones run wild
As an adolecent teen.
No longer a little child,
As small as I may seem.

You can tell this with ease
If you simply watch my face.
I'm not that hard to please.
I just want boys, not lace.

I give out hugs like candy,
To all the boys I like.
They find my hugs just dandy,
But MY favorites come from the boys on trikes.

You see, I am this way
Because I am so not lazy,
I go boy scouting each day,
For I am BOY CRAZY!