With a bold tinge of purple
Little Johnny dyed his hair
But nothing rhymes with that colour
It’s something he couldn’t bear

So off he went again to dye
This time with an orange hue
Soon he found that this colour
Had no rhyming to it too

Desperately he made a choice
This time a silver paint
For the same reason this
Too finished in a plaint

After three futile efforts
He couldn’t take it anymore
He reverted his hair colour
To the one it was before

Little Johnny learned a magic trick
Turned a cat into a stick
Turned the stick into a dough
Turned the dough into a crow
Turned the crow into a van
Turned the van into a man
Turned the man into a book
Turned the book into a hook
Turned the hook back into a cat
Then he got tired after that
He could have gone on and on
Instead he went yawn and yawn

Little Johnny bought a haunted house
Inside he found a solitary mouse
The disappointment ran across his face
At having bought such a peaceful place
To his agent he promptly went
And demanded refund of every cent

Little Johnny went to a college
To try and get a little knowledge
For all he ever did in school
Was chew gum and be a fool

Little Johnny hated little Ross
Mean bully and very gross
One day when he demanded lunch
Or be dealt a vicious punch
Johnny offered him a deal
An orange balloon from Brazil
Greedily he grabbed the balloon
And off he went flying to the moon

P.S. Congratulations to myself

Little Johnny found a wishing well
Old, obscure and rotten smell
He told the well he wished to swim
The well replied — Jump right in

Little Johnny went up a hill
There he found a crying Jill
Bruised skin and aching back
Looking for her missing Jack

Meanwhile Jack on the other side
Was also searching far and wide
Not for Jill; he went around
Looking for his broken crown

Little Johnny caught a plane
Little Johnny caught a train
Little Johnny went alone
He never came home again