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Don'T Injure the Ginger
A young child is born innocent and sweet
A life that lies ahead many people to meet
Without a hair on his head
They bet on the colour as he lay in his bed.
Months as a baldy with no hair to be seen
Take a pick, any colour it could've been
Time passes slowly and hair begins to grow
You'd never have believed the colour starting to show!
To everyones amazement it turned bright red
Throughout the parish this news did spread
With every concerned look in the mirror
Each strand growing longer and quicker
The arduous trek to school was made
Each agonising day the ginger was slayed
Picked on, poked and universally hated
He felt like a lump of cheddar being grated.
Oh to be like his sis who had dark hair
Those carrot jokes they would no longer share
With confidence shot he's meek, a mute
Where are those girls who think I'm a beaut?
He hit his teens and crazier the remarks got
"Why have you got brown eyebrows?", one shot.
They put you under a microscope, so curious
As each day passed he grew more and more furious.
He contemplated going to the chemist for hair dye
It was something he thought he ought to try.
Alarmingly the voice in his head said otherwise
"As a ginger never live in disguise".
It's best to stay natural and forget the past
It's best to stay ginger at long last
Even though his hair is like a fire
He can say it's natural he ain't no liar.
He doesn't believe he lives in a world of pain
Those cheap shots were minor stains
Thankfully now they're all removed
To live as a ginger never to be bruised.
Copyright ©
Jim Kilduff
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