Every morning Charlie yawned stretched then slid his feet into his favorite fuzzy slippers And every morning he shuffled over to his closet and looked for something to wear But there was nothing he liked Nothing except the bright red purse that his grandma had let him have So far he had only tried it on in front of the mirror One morning Charlie decided enough was enough
On his way downstairs Charlie passed his dad who was fumbling with his tie Hold on wait a second said Charlie’s dad Why are you wearing a purse Cause I want to said Charlie But you’re a boy Boys wear sneakers and baseball caps not bright red purses said his dad But I love my purse said Charlie
