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
