We watch from our porch, as the new neighbor came home

She wheeled her three wheeled cart, while on her phone

Her long black hair, flew in the air on its own with mind

The look in her third eye, as she turned her head was kind

The small cart stopped, right by our front walk way to us

We screamed with delight, as kids do and got on the bus

She our new friend was waiting, as we came home from school

We saw that she wore a red scarflette, on her wrist how cool

The invite was clear in her eyes, as we watched her tell her tales

She talked with her hands, as she undid her scarf with soft wails

There was a third arm, that was hidden underneath her silent wrap

We as kids just sat there, and looked at her with her boney finger snap

There was cookies and candy, and streamers all over the wooden rail

Dogs and cats started dancing in circles, crazy rings on their tail

The endless party started, when she took off her wrap on her arm

Not all new neighbors are strange or bad, just a lot of inner charm