We Nicknamed her Pinky Pink
She is always in the pink, so we felt less than surprise
To see her car, her house, and other pinks dazzling our eyes.
Even her flowers are pink, and her mailbox too
She might as well change her name said my cousin Sue
We began calling her Pinky Pink after we saw her place
She had a purple room full of sewing equipment and lace
But her kitchen was saturated with her lovely signature pink
A pink refrigerator, stove, microwave, and of course a pink sink.
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