Lyrics:

She's a babe, just a babe
Still cavorting in her crib
Eating breakfast with a bib
With her baby teeth and all her baby curls
She's a tot, just a tot
Good for bouncing on your knee
I am positive that she
Doesn't even know that boys aren't girls
She's a snip, just a snip
Making dreadful baby noise
Having fun with all her toys
Just a chickadee who needs her mother hen
She's a cub, a papoose
You could never turn her loose
She's too infantile to take her from her pen

Of course, that weekend in Trouville
In spite of all her youthful zeal
She was exceedingly polite
And on the whole a sheer delight
And if it wasn't joy galore
At least not once was she a bore
That I recall, no not at all
She's a child, a silly child
Adolescent to her toes
And good heaven how it shows
Sticky thumbs are all the fingers she has got
She's a child, a clumsy child
She's as swollen as a grape
And she doesn't have a shape
Where a figure ought to be it is not
Just a child, a growing child
But so backward for her years
If a boy her age appears
I am certain he will never call again
She's a scamp and a brat
Doesn't know where she is at
Unequipped and undesirable to men
Of course I must in truth confess
That in that brand new little dress
She looked surprisingly mature
And had a definite allure
It was a shock in fact to me
A most amazing shock to see
The way it clung on one so young
She's a girl, a little girl
Getting older it is true
Which is what they always do
Till that unexpected hour
When they blossom like a flower
Oh no

Oh no