Jenny Crow's Red Hair
Jenny Crow sobbed so hard, it really wasn’t fair,
Her new best friend Julie Thistle told her ‘you have rotten hair’.
Julie’s hair was blonde you see, Jenny’s was bright red,
So, Jenny told her mother good, ‘I want mine blonde instead’.
‘Don’t be silly’ her mum replied, ‘your hair looks fine to me,
I’ll have a word with Julie’s mum, sometime after tea’.
‘Hello, it’s me’ said Jenny’s mum ‘now what’s this all about?
Your daughter’s upset mine, of that there is no doubt!’
She listened really hard saying yes and no and oh!
Then turned around to Jenny saying, ‘well it just goes to show!’
It seems that Julie’s hair was never ever blonde,
She’d dyed it blonde, simply because, of red she wasn’t fond.
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