My Fair Lady

This was written when I was ten years old.
There was a lady very fair,
She used to like pet hares.
But her father used to give anyone a scare,
Who really could dare,
To come to her with a pet hare.


Many wanted to impress her,
But would anyone bother?
Because they knew her father would shoo them away,
So they really, really, had no other way,
But to wait until the father was away.

Then they would run to her
As fast as lightening,
And present her with a diamond ring,
And with that a pet hare big and grand,

They would kneel in front of her and say,
“Give me your hand,
If you want to see far away lands.”

But the lady knew that all these were false promises,
From the bottom of her heart
She wanted to see,
A man without many riches.

A poor man came to her and said,
“I have nothing but a spade.
But if I get seeds, anyone can see,
That I can have a farm,
And then we can live fearlessly and happily
Without any harm.”

And so they married each other,
And they lived happily ever after