My Crayola Crayons and Me
If I could color myself a picture
Of the most perfect kind
I would start with a box of crayola crayons
And some turpentine
I would wax away my ugly
Color in the lines
Draw a smile upon my face
And make some friends in time
My skin would be a rainbow
Every color of every crayon
A multitude of happiness
And never would I frown
What fun to be had
What a picture to be made
Never crying streams of black
A world lacking the sourness of lemonade