That's how she flies
In bright saffron dreams
'Cross harlequin skies
On rice paper wings

She lassos 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