CHARACTER
(Joke)
I like your legs so crooked,
And squinting hare’s eyes,
And wig, and tooth plugged-in,
Of gold, or copper, so nice.
You found me passing by door,
And called me for coffee inside,
And I came just for coffee, but
No wanted back home any more.
Then we grew together a baby,
Got a home, car, money, and boat,
I don’t care if your tooth copper, maybe,
Golden character there, I note.