Rhythmic Stories December 3, 2023

Little Green Eyed Girl

She had green Irish eyes
That Made the boys sigh

A fearless soul
With courage bold

The last of mothers’ large lot
Affection from her, she sought

Affection would never come
Mama gave it to her sons

The little bird continued to soar
Bright green eyes, always hoping for more

Throughout her whole life
She experienced only strife

The green-eyed bird gave up hope
She no longer dared to cope

It was on a cold January day
Sweet green eyes went away

Little green eyes Mama never blessed
At least the little bird is finally at rest

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