I wore my yellow tights to school,
my navy dress as well.
Red lipstick flared off my small lips
And dabbed perfume for smell.
My backpack jostled as I walked
It kind of made me glad
And the bells chimed out above my head
The tones mixed bright and sad.
A mother walking with her child
Passed me on the street,
I loved the way his small legs moved
I loved his tiny feet.
And then I got to class on time
Sat down right at the bell.
I felt so glad to be on this earth,
and that's my show and tell.