Little Bobby Brown
Little Bobby Brown
was born with a frown
and he didn’t know how to smile.
He always looked sad,
or as if he were mad,
and never laughed, all the while.
You could tickle him with a feather;
Or make a joke about the weather;
But his face was stuck in a frown.
You could stand on your head;
Or do flips on the bed;
But his smile just stayed up-side-down.
You could make faces and giggle;
Or give him Jell-O that would wiggle;
And still he wouldn’t crack a smile.
You could smack a pie on your face;
Or do a silly run-in-place;
But you would be running for mile after mile.
Little Bobby Brown
was born with a frown,
and his parents didn’t know what to do.
Soon, they started crying;
And they simply stopped trying;
I would do the same, wouldn’t you?
Then one day Bobby
looked in a mirror;
wiped it with his hand
so he could see a little clearer;
took a step closer
so he would be little nearer;
and put his fingers at the end of his frown.
Although his frown was awful tight,
He pulled with all his might,
Because he didn’t like seeing his parents cry;
He tugged at his mouth,
Taking his lips north from south
Trying just once to give a smile a try.
When he got the right curve
and a smile did occur,
he felt really good all inside;
Then he started to laugh
at the face in the looking glass
and he said, “I sure am glad that I tired”.
Now little Bobby Brown
hardly ever frowns
and he laughs and he smiles all day;
And his parents are glad
that he is hardly ever mad
and they hope that’s the way he will stay.
Copyright © Joe Flach | Year Posted 2012
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