Here's a little poem my nine-year old wrote a while back. Interesting, don't you think?
N-O no; there's no way I'll chose a boy.
N-O no; you're treating me like a toy.
N-O no; why can't I have my way?
N-O no; I want to shout hey!
N-O no; I want to hang out with my friends.
N-O no; whats the rush, I'm only ten?
She says it doesn't have any particular meaning; that she was just making up rhymes whilst playing with Barbie.