Amber The Snake!

There was a teeny-weeny snake Who didn't have a name, She wanted one, for goodness sake, Her parents were to blame... Rejecting this, rejecting that, With no decision yet, While people named their dog or cat So they don't get upset... So teeny-weeny tried to find A girl's name on her own, A name that somehow she thought kind By which she could be known... So in a garden, hid by grass, She watched some children play, To hear their names as each would pass, Till she heard someone pray... A teeny-weeny girl began, 'Dear God, it's me again! I know that You've still got a plan, That helps me now and then... Why Amber, Lord, not Natalie, Or Jennifer, or June? If I'd one wish, then it would be Another name real soon! ' And yet the snake had disagreed, 'I like her name the best, In fact, that's just the name I need And how I'll be addressed! ' Her parents smiled, no longer sad, When she chose to proclaim, The day she told her Mum and Dad, 'I'm Amber! That's MY name! ' Denis Martindale April 2017.