Glum and Glary

I know a girl
Her name is Mary
Mary is big.
Mary is scary.

Her face is a picture
that's far from cheery.
Her mood is black
and doesn't vary.

At a funny age.
Glum and glary.
'Going through a phase.'
That's the theory.

I said to her Mum
'Don't let her come near me.
Mary's so big.
Mary's so scary.'

But here she is.
Mean and bad.
She's looking for me.
Yeah, she wants...her...

DAD!

LOOK! If you dare