There was a teeny-weeny snake
Who didn't have a name,
She wanted one, for goodness sake,
Her parents were to blame...
Rejecting this, rejecting that,
With no decision yet,
While people named their dog or cat
So they don't get upset...
So teeny-weeny tried to find
A girl's name on her own,
A name that somehow she thought kind
By which she could be known...
So in a garden, hid by grass,
She watched some children play,
To hear their names as each would pass,
Till she heard someone pray...
A teeny-weeny girl began,
'Dear God, it's me again!
I know that You've still got a plan,
That helps me now and then...
Why Amber, Lord, not Natalie,
Or Jennifer, or June?
If I'd one wish, then it would be
Another name real soon! '
And yet the snake had disagreed,
'I like her name the best,
In fact, that's just the name I need
And how I'll be addressed! '
Her parents smiled, no longer sad,
When she chose to proclaim,
The day she told her Mum and Dad,
'I'm Amber! That's MY name! '
Denis Martindale April 2017.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem