On my way homeš
I met a woman called Winter,
her hair was blue,white and silky,
Her hands were as cold as Antarctica,
She sang like a bird to me
As the beautiful snowflakes fell on the slippery
Groundā¦Ā Ā Ā Ā
I met a boy called Joy,
His hair was brown with yellow stripes,
His eyes were a beautiful emerald green,
Which were as green as grass ,
His smile made my day even better as he
Quietly whispered āhello, what’s your name?ā…
I met a man called Hazel
His hair was green and a pretty brown,like a tree,
And his hair was a beautiful brown
He calmly walked up to me and asked
āHello,What is your name,what are you doingĀ
Here aloneā.His voice was really soft,
He smiled at me and walked offā¦
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I met a girl called Amethyst,
Her hair was a pretty violet,
And her eyes were the same too,
She was gazing at all the trees…
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