Each little girl has a place, you’ll find,
Where she leaves childish things behind,
When toys up attic gather rust,
And comic books play host to dust,
When nylons, lip-rouge, bring on shrieks,
And film-star crushes last for weeks.
But growing up, it seems should be
Pin-pointed more definitely.
It’s easy, too. It stems from when
She calls her teen-age boy-friends MEN!
by Ray Romine Thursday, June 3, 1954
