That's how she flies
In bright saffron dreams
'Cross harlequin skies
On rice paper wings
She la**os the moon
Brush, pallets and paints
Clutters her room with
God, angels, and saints
Thieves here to steal her thunder
Crowding her world of wonder
I fear they've got her number
And here's what she needs:
Swings, ladders, and slides
Doors in the trees
Stars in her eyes
A song for the queen
Curtsies and bows
Castles and kings
A head in the clouds