G sang Baa Baa Black Sheep to me tonight at bedtime. This is his version. It contains no typos.
Blah Blah Black Sheep have you any wool?
Yes, sir. Yes, sir. Free bags full.
One for my master. One for my lame.
One for the little boy who lives down the lame.
He informed me that when he is a teenager he will change the last line to say, “One for the little girl who lives down the lame.” That is because he will be bigger than R and R will be “shrinked” (hands held 12 inches apart to illustrate) so he will get to be the master.
Does that mean he thinks she is the master now? Scary.
Ingies n' Things 
Nov 01, 2010 @ 16:23:24
Hey, everybody knows the GIRLS rule! (Poor G.) But smart girls let the boys think THEY’RE in charge. Love G’s version of the rhyme!