There's a little girl at our preschool,
Her name is Vicky, the sweetest of all.
But we call her a chatterbox
And a greedy one, since she'd hoard even a cracker.
She never shares with anyone, ever,
And she lies all the time, which is a shame.
And when it's her birthday,
She glares so strictly, as if she's judging.
And if she hands out candies to everyone,
They turn out to be empty wrappers, you see!
"What a greedy girl, my friends!
That's what Sam, Zoe, and I will say.
We won't play with her anymore,
We won't invite her over to our place,
We won't treat her to a candy,
We won't have anything to do with that greedy girl!"
Vicky comes back to preschool once more,
"Hi" won't be said by Adam this morning,
Mark won't offer her a candy treat,
What happened here? She can't make sense of it.
She goes up to Zoe, who stays silent,
Katie watches her with hurt feelings.
Vicky sits alone all day,
Wondering: "What is my fault?"
In the evening she goes to Mom,
And runs up to Dad with a question:
"What suddenly happened at school?
It was funny and amusing, wasn't it?
When I handed out the wrappers,
Even though I'd promised candies.
Such a joke is simply great,
Because I'm such a clever girl, you have to admit!
Now everyone walks right past me,
And even Mila goes around me.
And I don't know what the reason is,
I'm a good friend, aren't I, a real champ!"
Dad frowns and furrows his brow,
Mom's gaze is like a stormy sea:
"Aren't you ashamed, sweetheart?
Do you know what you just said to me?
You say they're friends,
But you're the greedy one, my dear!
You've quarreled with everyone like this,
So what have you been left with, sweetheart?
Nobody wants to play with you anymore..."
Their daughter bursts into tears at the top of her lungs.
"I understand it all now," she says.
She no longer blames her friends,
She hurt them herself, and it's all her own fault.
There's a little girl at our preschool,
Her dear friend Vicky, the sweetest little one,
Who won't lie, won't betray,
And always, always shares her candy.
"She's changed, friends!"
That's what Sam, Zoe, and I will all say.
