PIGTAILS

Chubby little four year old, playing on the street, 
Hair done up in pigtails, two tiny brown bare feet. 
Hands and face is candy stained, dirty is her nose, 
Still she doesn't seem to mind as on her way she goes. 
Everyone teases her so they always say, 
"Hey there pigtails, How are you to-day". 
How they love to hear her that saucy little elf, 
Say "I aint no pigtails, you're old pigtails your-self." 
The years have sped by quickly, and she like other girls,
Has traded in her pigtails for artificial curls. 
She's as pretty as a picture, she's stylish and so neat,
Wearing little fancy shoes upon her tiny feet. 
Everyone that knew her, remembers when they'd say 
"Hello Pigtails, how are you to-day?" 
How they'd laugh to hear, that saucy little elf, 
Say, "I aint no pigtails, you're old pigtails yourself."
Mow she is a mother with daughters sweet and gay, 
Does their hair in pigtails and sends them out to play.
She looks back on yesterday, when she was a kid, 
Laughs when she recalls again those foolish things she did. 
How she would like to have again that pigtail, barefoot wealth, 
And cry out again, "I aint no pigtails, You're Pigtails Yourself."

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