TOP OF THE LINE

 

Toward little ones I incline

Your little breasts are fine

As sweet as cherry wine

Your threepennys are klein

 

Toward little ones I incline

Small by natures design

Beautiful when you’re supine

For your little breasts I pine

 

Toward little ones I incline

Disappearing when you recline

Your nakedness I love to entwine

And your little breasts are mine

 

Toward little ones I incline

The scientists want to refine

I like them little, bottom line

They are the top of the line