Sometimes my eyes are brown,
Sometimes they are green,
In fact sometimes they are every color in between.
Millions of curls,
And a strong nose.
It is hard to recognize who I look like the most.
With an elf ear and a cabbage patch face,
It is said that this baby was found in the fields where the sprites come out to play.
Do I look more like my mom?
Do I look more like my dad?
The answer is both.
A pinch of this,
A dash of that,
Their genetics danced the tango,
and came out with a November baby.