Have A Little Smoke? - Barry Louis Polisar

Well I was walking down the street

When I chanced to see

A baby waddling back and forth

And crawling right to me And she said, «Have a little smoke?

Have a little smoke?

Have a little smoke with me?

Have a little smoke?

Have a little smoke?

Won’t you have a little smoke with me?»

Her hat was pulled dwn over her eyes,

her diaper it was ripped.

And dangling down to my surprise:

A cigarette between her lips

And she said, «Have a little smoke?

Have a little smoke?

Have a little smoke with me?

Have a little smoke?

Have a little smoke?

Won’t you have a little smoke with me?»

Well I took that smoke, began to choke,

I gagged and coughed and spit.

My throat felt sore, I fell to the floor

But the cigarette still was lit.

And she said, «Have a little smoke?

Have a little smoke?

Have a little smoke with me?

Have a little smoke?

Have a little smoke?

Won’t you have a little smoke with me?»

Oh my eyes ouffed out, I began to shout

And I coughed and choked and gagged.

I was close to death, I caught my breath.

She said, «Want another drag?»

And she said, «Have a little smoke?

Have a little smoke?

Have a little smoke with me?

Have a little smoke?

Have a little smoke?

Won’t you have a little smoke with me?»

For goodness sake how my head ached.

it ook my breath away.

As I coughed and gasped I fgelt her grasp

Once more I heard her say

And she said, «Have a little smoke?

Have a little smoke?

Have a little smoke with me?

Have a little smoke?

Have a little smoke?

Won’t you have a little smoke with me?»

I think I know why babies smoke:

It makes them think they’re older.

But me I think I’m old enough

And this is what I told her:

«I won’t have a little smoke?

won’t have a little smoke?

won’t have a little smoke with you?

Won’t have a little smoke?

Won’t have a little smoke?

Won’t have a little smoke with you?»