Magic Sandra’s Seen A Leprechaun, Eddie Touched

Why Can't You See I'm A Kid', Said The Kid. Why Try To Make Me Like You? Why Are You Hurt When I Don't Cuddle? Why Do You Sigh When I Splash Through A Puddle? Why Do You Scream When I Do What I Did? Im A Kid.

My Skin Is Kind Of Sort Of Brownish Pinkish Yellowish White. My Eyes Are Greyish Blueish Green, But I'm Told They Look Orange In The Night. My Hair Is Reddish Blondish Brown, But Its Silver When Its Wet, And All The Colors I Am Inside Have Not Been Invented Yet.

She Had Blue Skin, And So Did He. He Kept It Hid And So Did She. They Searched For Blue Their Whole Life Through, Then Passed Right By- And Never Knew.

This Boat That We Just Built Is Just Fine - And Don't Try To Tell Us It's Not The Sides And The Back Are Divine - It's The Bottom I Guess We Forgot

I Would Hope That People, No Matter What Age, Would Find Something To Identify With In My Books, Pick One Up And Experience A Personal Sense Of Discovery. That's Great. But For Them, Not For Me.