Heads turn as you pass by,

mouths drop as you walk on,

thoughts stricken by your purple hair,

as you glide on by, so strong.

I love the way you walk so nice

even though you are so clumsy.

The next day you have it pink and blue,

or sometimes just like Dipsy.

I love the way you toss your head,

when someone talks to you.

You make a show, though you never know,

when someone sees you too.

You never seem to notice

the looks, the silence in the air,

but you know, I've always been amazed,

with the five colors in your hair.