You never know. I know a couple who are both DARK HAIRED. Both their kids are RED HEADS! It turns out a GREAT Grandfather had RED hair. Granted it appears there are fewer but genes are a funny thing - things pop up when you least expect it.
I love strawberry blond redheads!
ME TWO
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Casey would waltz with a strawberry blonde,
And the band played on.
He’d glide cross the floor with the girl he adored,
And the band played on.
But his brain was so loaded it nearly exploded,
The poor girl would shake with alarm.
He’d ne’er leave the girl with the strawberry curls,
And the band played on.
Now when the dance was over and the band played home sweet home,
They played a tune at Casey’s own request.
He thank’d them very kindly for the favors they had shown,
Then he’d waltz once with the girl that he loved best.
Most all the friends are married that Casey used to know,
And Casey too has taken him a wife.
The blond he used to waltz and glide with on the ball room floor,
Is happy missis Casey now for life. For . . .