Sweeping down the road of life,
You never saw her coming.
‘Till she towered up in front of you
Living, Laughing, Loving
Watch this red-headed tornado.
“You dare to cross my path!” Says she
“My dreams I swear to follow!
I don’t care what it costs to you
But my life shan't be hollow!”
Cries this red-headed tornado.
This way, that way, back and forth
Ne’er making mind, or plan, or heart
You can never know which road she’s taking
All efforts for reason fall short.
No reasoning with this red-headed tornado.
Yet, let not this moral be forgot
Remember the most important part
Inside the crazy, emot
Sadly, on this cold, foggy, January morning in the suburbs, not all was going smoothly at the house where Christi lived. Her dad was not five minutes out of the house for work when the phone rang, and her mother left the eggs in the pan to go talk to her grandmother. Christi took over the eggs, but couldn’t finish dishing them up before Sams, her dog, came dashing down the hallway with her her sock clenched between his teeth as though they were some kind of trophy, and he was in a parade.
“Sams, drop it!” She tried to make her voice stern, but all she succeeded in was Sams giving her “the crouch” where, if she m
Sweeping down the road of life,
You never saw her coming.
‘Till she towered up in front of you
Living, Laughing, Loving
Watch this red-headed tornado.
“You dare to cross my path!” Says she
“My dreams I swear to follow!
I don’t care what it costs to you
But my life shan't be hollow!”
Cries this red-headed tornado.
This way, that way, back and forth
Ne’er making mind, or plan, or heart
You can never know which road she’s taking
All efforts for reason fall short.
No reasoning with this red-headed tornado.
Yet, let not this moral be forgot
Remember the most important part
Inside the crazy, emot
Sadly, on this cold, foggy, January morning in the suburbs, not all was going smoothly at the house where Christi lived. Her dad was not five minutes out of the house for work when the phone rang, and her mother left the eggs in the pan to go talk to her grandmother. Christi took over the eggs, but couldn’t finish dishing them up before Sams, her dog, came dashing down the hallway with her her sock clenched between his teeth as though they were some kind of trophy, and he was in a parade.
“Sams, drop it!” She tried to make her voice stern, but all she succeeded in was Sams giving her “the crouch” where, if she m