There's a little girl at our kindy,
Chloe is her name, a chatterbox so windy.
But we call her a greedy-guts,
Because she won't share even an arrowroot biscuit, the rotten nuts.
She never shares with anyone at all,
And tells fibs every day, and that's a downfall.
On her birthday, she just stares,
Glaring like a judge, giving us the glares.
If she hands out lollies to the lot,
They're empty wrappers, every one, what a plot!
‘Oh, what a greedy girl, mates!
That's what Sam, Zoe and I will say, mates.
We won't play with her anymore,
We won't invite her round, we won't ask her for more,
We won't share a lolly with her,
Not with that greedy girl, not ever, not with her!
Chloe comes back to kindy again,
‘Morning!’ says Adam, but he doesn't say it plain,
Mark won't offer her a lolly,
What's happened here? It's all a bit jolly-wrong, a bit folly.
She goes up to Zoe, who stays quiet,
Kate looks at her with hurt, a sad sight.
Chloe sits alone all day,
Wondering: ‘What have I done wrong, I say?’
That evening she runs to Mum,
She asks Dad a question, and he's not dumb:
‘What on earth happened at kindy today?
It seemed funny and clever, I'd say,
When I handed out the wrappers,
Even though I promised lollies, as the cheeky clappers.
What a joke, what a laugh, what a treat,
Because I'm such a clever girl, just look at me, so neat!
But now everyone walks right past me,
Mia goes the long way round, you see.
And I don't know what the reason is,
I'm a good mate, a clever miss!’
Dad frowns and furrows his brow,
Mum's face is like a storm at sea right now:
‘Aren't you ashamed, love,
What did you just say to me, from above?
You say they're your mates,
But you're just a greedy girl, my dear, with all your tricks and feats!
You've fallen out with everyone,
And what have you got left, my dear, when all is done?
Nobody wants to play with you...’
The girl bursts into tears, loud and proud.
‘I understand now,’ she says, feeling small and bowed.
She doesn't blame her friends any more:
She hurt them herself, and that's the score.
Her fault alone, and nobody else's.
There's a little girl at our kindy,
Chloe is her name, our dear friend, so kind-hearted and friendly,
Who won't lie, won't betray,
And always, always shares her lollies every day.
‘She's changed her ways, mates!’
That's what Sam, Zoe and I will say, mates.
