I met her on a corner in Duluth <br />(That’s the truth.) <br />She was tryin’ to fix her shoe in a telephone booth <br />(Her name was Ruth.) <br />She said she was just waiting for a bus <br />But I hid my thumb cause I knew just what she was, <br />And I ain’t gonna let no thumbsucker such my thumb. <br />It’ll drive you crazy and leave you deaf and dumb. <br />It’ll make you crawl and climb the wall <br />Leave you without no thumb at all. <br />So I ain’t gonna let no thumbsucker suck my thumb. <br /> <br />I’ll tell you what them thumbsuckers like to do. <br />They suck your thumb till it’s wrinkled like a prune <br />They’ll say you’ve got the sweetest thumb of all <br />But then they suck the thumb of the guy livin’ down the hall <br />That’s why I ain’t gonna let no thumbsucker suck my thumb <br /> <br /> <br />(etc. . . etc. . . until finally giving in.)<br /><br />Sheldon Allan Silverstein<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/thumbsucker/
