Mom, where's my new red shirt,
Why? Come eat your Puffs,
I want my red shirt!
Jack, you played in it in the dirt.


Give it to me, I'll wash it now,
I can't go to school without it no how!
Okay I'll put it in the washing machine,
If you'll just sit down and eat your Puffs and cream.


What's got into Jack, he never cared,
But today he's gone crazy for that certain shirt.
I know, said his father behind the newspaper,
I had a red shirt - had my picture taken.


There was a blonde tiny girl in my home room class,
She winked over her shoulder but I never looked back,
Then on Valentine's in my red shirt a long time away,
That little blonde girl turned her curls here to stay.

© By Norma (Twi1ite@sbcglobal.net)