She wears a smile, much like her shawl
A buffer from cold drafts
From people, weather's vagaries
Afloat on life's frail raft
Yet she is blue
Her look untrue
Behind by her costume's craft
They say a smile brings happiness
And cheer to one and all
But this blue lady's plastic grin
Is her bizarre downfall
She wears a smile, much like her shawl
A buffer from cold drafts
From people, weather's vagaries
Afloat on life's frail raft.
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