The Red-Headed Boy

A red-headed boy I once did see

His big blue eyes stared back at me,

Skin kind of pale and cheeks of rose

With the cutest little turned-up nose.


Sitting by his side I offered a smile

He giggled and I did linger a while,

Then told him my name was Daisy Lou

He eventually told me his name too.


Even though he was sweet, I didn’t stay

The look he had when walking away,

Let me know that this was not the end

The red-headed boy would soon be a friend.