On his arm he is drawing two snakes;
his fingers are busy and Green.
His beautiful eyes are great salt lakes.
and his mind is a submarine.
His fingers are busy and green
and I ask for his homework in vain.
This boy's mind is a submarine
and his book was left out in the rain.
I ask for his homework in vain.
His sister ran off last night
and his book was left out in the rain.
He says there was some kind of fight.
His sister ran off last night.
He's pouring a puddle of glue.
He says there was some kind of fight
but the things that were shouted aren't true.
He's pouring a puddle of glue.
His beautiful eyes are great salt lakes
and the things that were shouted aren't true.
On his arm he's drawing two snakes.
Ginny Lowe Connors