The only redhead in the bunch of brown
Rowdy brats, playing in the dirty street.
I stood out like a watermelon
In a basket of coconuts-
A puzzle to the pasty people touring
The island. “You must be lost, little boy.”
Sometimes they would try to take me home,
And I would play along. They would buy me
Ice cream and trinkets until another
Little brat would tell my mother. Wuppin
Time! Ice cream, and the funny looks on the
Wealthy faces were always worth a wuppin.
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