I knew a kid called Fred
Who’s hair was very red
The cloths he wore were very poor
His shoes of gold were very old
The hat he had looked very bad
But Fred himself was never sad
He didn’t care what people said about his hair
Nor did he mind the cloths he had to wear
Such a happy boy
His eyes so bright and full of joy
He never cried
I remember once he nearly died
It didn’t seem to worry Fred
When told the news he mearly said
My shoes are worn
my hat is torn
These cloths I’ve had since I was born
But my hair is red
And will be even when I’m dead
That’s what Fred said
That's what Fred said
optamistic prose
Jboo09, 6 months ago
Cute, I like this :)