Gingers

Gingers lack the soul you say?

That’s just a game brunettes play

For redheads have much to share

But deep down, you say is bare

But why are those wearing a crown

Of red and orange

Supposed to frown at the thought of

No soul

Well maybe

These dark topped heads

Are just feeling dread

Because they know the real secret

The color of their hair

Says that they indeed are the ones

That impede the description of their soul

For they know

They have forgoe a soul

While gingers all around

Yes, redheads and strawberry

Blondes and auburns

We do have souls

More vibrant

More colorful

More on fire, more inspired

Due to rarity in our locks

Gingers have souls

With the same elegance as a red fox!