Patty preferred purple
she would only wear that
from the shoes on her feet
to the tip of her fuzzy hat
purple pants, purple shirt
purple socks, purple shoes
purple hat, purple gloves
she simply wore no other hues
Patty wore purple
whatever she did
she was a picky
persnickety kid
she didn't like peach
or pomegranate I think
and she most positively
did not like pink
sometimes it was hard to find
just the right shade
"just try the pink"
her mother tried to persuade
but Patty was stubborn
she wouldn't hear of it
she wouldn't even see
if the pink dress would fit
she yearned not for yellow
nor did she chartreuse
to get her to change
well, it just was no use
until one day picking flowers
(purple posies, of course)
Patty saw riding by
a magnificent horse
shiny black was that steed
red bows in his mane
a white star on his face
and gold bells on his rein
upon his saddle of
warm chestnut brown
sat a beautiful lady
in a marvelous gown
more hues than a rainbow
had her soft flowing dress
she smiled down at Patty
as she rode past
so many colors
Patty never had seen
like soft lemon yellow
and aquamarine
the pink of a sunrise
the white of the snow
and robin's egg blue
were all part of the glow
the horse and his rider
rode on down the lane
but the glow of their colors
seemed to remain
Patty picked up her posies
but in her bouquet
she saw flowers of all colors
that lovely spring day
now she wears other colors
even pink
nonetheless
Patty still prefers purple
she still likes it the best
Just a silly little fairy tale.