There was a small lad, his name was Tommy Crown

He could not ­ just absolutely not

.............tolerate his crayola of brown

His teacher was dismayed and didn't know what to do;

So she asked the child psychologist, "Can this be true?"

Tell me wise doctor! in your hands is Tommies' fate

Why? Of the color brown does Tommy hate????

"Partly of an obsessive/compulsive nature I must declare,

including a fixation against brown;....... life's just not fair.

To a life of strife, poor Tommy is bound,

unless an answer somewhere can be found!!"

So in came a team.......of psychologist well known,

with books and charts and graphs all strewn;

With theories and doubts and opinions applied

came the resounding answer, so often that's cried!

......."Well of Tommies' future we cannot forecast,

but for sure the answer....lies somewhere in his past."

So the doctor stepped forth and bowed a humble knee

and with one last effort, came this compassionate plea...

"Tommy, oh Tommy, we love you it's true,

but we can't understand the hate inside you!!

Tell us if you will, for no answer have we found;

Why, oh Why do you hate the color brown???????

As Tommy looked up with his big blue eyes

out from his heart came this impulsive reply.....

"Oh, that color there?

.....cause Billy spit on it!!"

 

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