23 November 2012
My scarf is white, It is light, As a feather, Drifting in warm weather. Soft and fuzzy, It makes me feel lovely. It dresses my neck in warmth and joy, It makes me a little less coy.
You may say this is silly, This scarf is just a trophy that's frilly. It can't make you brave, Its nothing to rave, But it's not the scarf. It's the warmth I crave.
Opuss № I