There was an old woman
Who lived in a shoe;
She adopted some children,
Some old and some new.
Black, Brown, and Yellow
Tan, White, and Red,
Twelve children in all,
If you counted each head.
She loved them, and hugged them,
And kissed them each day.
She cooked them some breakfast
Then sent them to play.
They grew fine and tall
Each lass and each lad
With hearts full of love
Not a single one bad.
The moral of this story
Is really quite clear;
Adoption’s not scary
Love drives away fear.