Dallas McBird

Ella McBird bore Dallas McBird,
A child that was quite absurd.

He was a jigsaw piece that did not fit.
He could find no companionship,
Not one little bit.

He wore shoes on his hands and gloves on his feet.
He got strange looks from even the sweet.

Perhaps he could saw off some of his jigs,
To fit into his puzzling digs.

He cut out bits of his what he thought to be his charm,
And it hurt him as deeply as losing an arm.

As soon as Dallas began to conform,
People began to seem much more warm.

All he had to do was fold,
And they all stopped being so painfully cold.

But surrounded by friends he still felt sad,
Dallas longed for what he once had.

Finally, friends, he had a wealth...
But Dallas McBird just longed for himself.