Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Poppy Ledbetter was sweet as can be
Braided her hair and climbed every tree
But deep in her heart, a fire burned bright
To scowl at the world and say, “That’s not right!”

She watched Aunt Mary with wide little eyes
Correcting the mailman on his tie
She frowned at soup that was "too lukewarm"
And tutted at clouds for the shape of a storm

[Chorus]
Oh, Poppy wants to be just like her
Aunt Mary Ledbetter, nitpick connoisseur
She’ll roll her eyes if your sock’s inside out
And sigh if you’re chewing too loud
“Don’t sit like that, don’t hum that song”
Even if nothing’s actually wrong
Oh, she dreams of the day they’ll agree
That Poppy’s the queen of petty critique!

[Verse 2]
She practiced her sighs and disapproving looks
Judged all her friends for the books that they took
“If that’s your favorite, then bless your heart—
But the plot falls apart by the second part.”

She fumed when her teacher used Comic Sans
And critiqued the school lunch with folded hands
“The carrots are orange, yes, but too bold—
Clearly the chef has lost all control.”

[Chorus]
Yeah, Poppy wants to be just like her
Aunt Mary Ledbetter, world-class grumbler
She’ll gasp if your shoelace is just a bit frayed
And groan if your iTunes is poorly displayed
“Who uses folders named ‘Miscellaneous’?”
Poppy declares it’s truly heinous
And one day they’ll print on her grave with glee:
“She tutted her way into history!”

[Bridge]
But late one night she stopped mid-complaint
Looked in the mirror, her voice grew faint
“I think I’ve been frowning since I was three—
Is there more to life than nitpicky glee?”

[Verse 3]
Now Poppy still notices every small quirk
But sometimes she laughs and lets it work
She still rolls her eyes at mismatched plates
But now she just winks and calls it "great taste"

[Final Chorus]
Yes, Poppy once tried to be just like her
Aunt Mary Ledbetter, the micro-observer
But now she’s the girl who sees all the flaws—
And chuckles a bit, then gives some applause
'Cause the world’s a mess, and that’s okay
It gives folks like Poppy something to say
But she saves her sass for the truly absurd
And lets the rest go without a word

[Outro]
So raise your glass to the Ledbetter line—
The queens of the nitpick, doing just fine
But bless little Poppy, she’s learned how to be
A critic with kindness, and mostly... carefree.