Say what you will or say what you may,
There's nobody else who is like Ms. McKay.
To all whom she passes, she gives a "Good Day!"
And she's ready with maps if you've gone astray.
Her hair may be orange with two streaks of gray.
Her purse may be made out of flowers and clay.
But her hugs have been known to go on for a day,
And she wakes up each morning with something to say.
She had her house built in a tree by the bay,
And she dangles a tire swing down every May.
She's famous for making a carrot soufflE.
She'll give you five boxes, but won't let you pay.
She only eats food when it's served on a tray,
And she cuts up her meals in a very odd way.
She owns her own pony who's known for his "neigh",
And when she's out riding, people stop and they pray.
She'd lend you her coat, with no sign of delay.
(She wove it from tree leaves and piles of hay.)
On Sundays she puts on her purple beret,
And never, not once, has she missed the ballet.
Her voice is quite bad, but she sings everyday.
If she's holding her trumpet, don't ask her to play!
I think she should meet you as soon as today,
And if you stop by, she'll insist that you stay.
And say what you will or say what you may,
You'll remember the day that you met Ms. McKay.