"Who are you?"
Don't ask me that.
I will not know for years and years.
I am a nymph who's colored blue,
A witch without a pointed hat.
A baby who can smile through tears.
"Where are you going?"
Should I know?
I shall go in many ways.
Stitches in ten-league boots I'm sewing.
I travel where the winds blow.
Perhaps a trip through Alice's maze.
"Are you telling the truth?"
Of course not! I know I'm
A poached egg with sugar on me.
Susan J. Skinner
copyright 2011/all rights reserved
*Note: I believe the last line was based on an old joke from the 1950s, but I am unable to find the reference online.
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