Of Sugar and Spice and Wine Bottles

For all those girls bred upon "sugar and spice," let it be known that you aren't that nice.  For the pulling of tears and wincing of mice, the shrieking at spiders who sat down beside her, just stop.  While it is the biggest dog whose bite is worst and the smallest spider that will kill you first, we do not own the "frogs and snails" or the puppy dog tails.  We are made of the same stuff.  For all your ball catching, finger wagging, coke guzzling, puddle jumping, only the pigtails do give you away.   So hold my snake and don't crush the worms while I fill a can with dirt.  The worms must be cold, you see, for fishing to be fine and they will stand best by this bottle of zest.  Yet another of our finding that go between, a strong vintage found on a dew mountain fog.  It is your turn, once again, to kiss the frog, as spiders descend and princes wail at the running of mice, of snails slimy and bravery wains.  Till, once again, someone says stop.