Amelia, Amelia Earhart, after her plane was torn apart and bursting through the trees She remembered picking lemons with William Randolph Hearst And how a spinning plane propeller turned liquid in the sun And as the co*kpit burned, her hair filled with sparks But when the gla** exploded in, everything went dark She remembered sipping consommé with William Howard Taft And a boy with perfect skin who smelled like mustard gas And as the co*kpit burned, she couldn't help but smile Recalling a dancing bear she'd seen as a child