Suckin’ my thumb…
the world of babes—no one frowns.
Suckin’ my thumb…
babe girls and boys have got it down—
mouth it freely:
Folks think it’s cute, and no one cares.
Mouthed freely…no one says “Huh?!”
to suckin’ of thumb.

It’s what they do, babes.

Suckin’ my thumb
till a squirting bottle’s taking its place.
Suckin’ that plug…
that formula has a great taste!

It’s so tasty, yes it is.
Sooner the dugs, the truth be told.
But titties ain’t gonna come, so…
suckin’ that plug.

Still, it tastes alright.

Suckin’ my thumb,
when I am out in the adult world,
just isn’t done.
Should be instead on teat of girl.

I’m bound to see
a head-shrinker who’ll give me a clue
why I keep the babe custom
of suckin’ my thumb.

I’ll be quite a case,
yeah.

I’m bound to see
a head-shrinker, who says, “I’ll tell you,
you will change when I am done…
no more suckin’ thumb.
Then you’ll be all right.”

Suckin’ my thumb,
he says, sounding like Freud himself,
I’ve done ’cause stunted
my growth…oral-fixation-held.

I mouth freely ’cause I haven’t fled
this phase; my development’s askew.
“Out,” says he, “the conundrum:
adult sucking thumb.

“I’ll get you all right,
get you all
through stages, all.

“No more digit crave…
past the nates stage,
and get you right
to being pleased in babes’ sheaths."