I Want the Sky
Patricia and her mummy were walking along as the day went by
Colours changing with moments as they looked at the sky
Such beauty in pink, golden and blue
Hazy in indigo, oranges too
Mummy, mummy look, so pretty up high
What is it you want dear? Mummy, I want the sky,
If it’s the sky that you want, then that you shall have
Patricia always got what she wanted, she gave a small laugh
The sun began to set, it was time for sweet dreams,
Of goodies at breakfast, scones, jam and cream
Patricia awoke with a glint in her eye
Today she would talk to and play with her Pink Sky
The weather had turned, all greying and white
She found herself sorry in all her plight
But mummy what happened to my new friend?
But mummy was busy, for herself she must fend
Out went Patricia to the chilly outdoors
Her Pink Sky she’d find, this was her chore
She wandered and wandered, until she could wander no more
Rain started to fall, she was cold to the core
Still she was determined to find her rainbow treat
She would ask the grey sky, still not defeat
Excuse me Mr Raincloud, I don’t mean to pry
I happen to wonder, where’s my Pink Sky?
Mr Raincloud looked down, under brooding eye
He raised up his eyebrow and blew a great sigh
The pink sky is gone for a couple of days
I’m here for now, he said without faze
But Pink Sky is MINE, mummy bought her last night
Patricia demanded, her face twisted and tight
You can’t buy the Sky, Mr Raincloud replied
Pink Sky is MINE, mummy bought her, she cried
Mr Raincloud felt sorry for Patricia at best,
She was a lonely child under all the protest
Maybe we can be friends, without any charge
I’m usually here by day, my clouds always at large
Patricia looked up from her pitiful state
Then a happy little smile made her tears abate
That’s awfully kind, now two friends I have made
And one of which, I haven’t even paid
You pay with your kindness, my dear young heart
That’s what friends do, no money should you part
Patricia skipped along, singing along with the rain
No longer alone, always a twain
THE END