Pick Me First


Angie's a Captain,
Mary is too.
Will I be picked first,
or will it be you?
Sara, Emily, Carla and Sue.
Oh pick me! I'm as good as them too!
One by one at the top of their list.
Oh, how I stand making a fist.
There they all run
to fill up the space.
I guess they don't see me,
not even a trace.
I wasn't pick first,
I guess I'm the worst.
I feel so sad
as I walk away.
Maybe they'll pick me,
Maybe someday.

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