There once was a girl with pretty black hair
Who goes by the name of Mary Claire.
She sat across me on her little pink chair
In my half remembered days at Day Care.
One day I took a fancy of drawing her locks
With my new set of crayons, sixteen in a box.
I came up to her with my stomach in knots
As I shyly looked down at my mismatched socks.
I cried, “Mary Claire I drew a picture of you.”
As she grabbed my paper she said, “Thank you.
I like the shades of Blue-Violet and Blue,
But where is Carnation? It’s my favorite too.”
“Carmention? What’s that? I never heard of it before?”
“It’s Carnation, silly. It’s a Pink I adore.”
“Oh my! My crayons must be missing a color.”
“Of course you don’t have it. It’s in a box of twenty-four.”
So that day at dinner as my Nay and I ate
I told her my colors were missing eight.
“Let’s buy another box before it’s too late.
Without the Carnation, my drawing she’ll hate.”
My Nay just smiled and said, “Silly you!
One day you’ll meet someone, I know it to be true,
Who won’t mind your choice of color and hue
Instead she will like the picture you drew.”
