A daughter plays with dolls, you know
Helps her mother cook and sew
and in her hair, she wears a bow
That's what daughters do

A son can learn to throw a ball
Jump up high and never fall
Grow up to be six feet tall
That's what a son can do

A daughter can be beautiful when she puts on a dress
A son can make a mud pie and get covered with the mess

But still I like my brother fine
And I'm glad my sister's mine
Both together all the time
And now we've sung to you
Just what children d