Molay Wins Day and Dairy

We emigrated from England to Rhodesia, I was just Seven when I began grade two, My wonderful father always there if I wanted a Cuddle or a good old boo-hoo, My English still rocky as I was mostly Greek speaking, When I came home with a story of strange And mistakable reading, O daddy I uncountably sobbed, I just Don’t understand, Why at school today in my class all the Children just laughed, My teacher asked, who will tell me what We have learnt today, I put up my hand, Mrs Bell, I said proudly, we learnt About a dairy, and a mouse called Molay My father laughed, tousled my hair, My dear cheeky dolly, Your mouse is Molly and your dairy is a diary No, i said still tears streaming down, My face, it was about Molay and a dairy, Fair enough my Greek- English young lady, Let us write in your diary about Molay and the dairy. A TRUE STORY WHICH I NEVER LIVED DOWN