There’s a lady named MaryAnn

There’s a lady named MaryAnn. She has red hair, big eyes and a familiar smile. When I see her, a warm feeling takes over. She’s there, there where she is meant to be.

There’s a lady named MaryAnn. She loves arts and crafts. Always has. When someone asks her for help, she jumps at the opportunity to share her passion. Buttons, yarn, scissors, they are her favorite things.