Mariella

I'm heavy handed to say the least my mother thinks I'll be an awful clutcher because I spell things from stone and too quickly Im far too loud It's like as soon I thought of an opinion it just has to come out I laugh at stupid things just because they tickle me and sometimes I wish I was like Mariella she gots some prepstick can glued her mouth together so she'll never have to speak never have to speak never have to speak people used to say she's as quiet as mouse she just doesn't make a peak she marched to the wardrobe and threw a way the color because wearing black looks mysterious but it didn't impress her mother she wanted to dress a baby poppins and flowers but Mariella just crossed her arms so she cried for hours Mariella Mariella my pretty baby girl I'll glue your lips one bin together and wear some pink'n pearls you can have your friends 'round and they can stay for tea won't you just try to fit in please do this for me! but Mariella just crossed her arms and she wore top of stairs and she went to her bedroom and she sat on her bed and she thought in the river and thought to herself if I want to play I can play with me if I want to think I'll think in my head