Little boy blue a girl once called me
I was in my first teaching year
Must have been obvious to one and all
Blue was my colour of choice.
There’s something warm about a good blue
I don’t always discriminate shades
Depending on my mood which comes first
A light, a dark, a royal or navy.
Blue reflects my personality I’m sure
It gives people an inkling about me
I am warm, and open and pleasant
Well most of the time, and accepting.
My blue today is on my chest
A royal blue to be sure
For I’m feeling very loved today
I am in a crazy place
Lapping it up, can’t get enough
Lets go do this I hear her cry
And I am, for when my heart is open
My blue shines through.
It’s what holds me in good stead,
Helps mediate what’s in my head!