There once was a girl in a world,

But once she woke up, she fell out of a cup,

And not soon again would she twirl.

For as she forget how to speak,

And had trouble twisting her cheeks,

That she hopped on a bus, the door closed and non-plussed,

She made her way up the creek.

And as her world whisked away,

As her welcome had overstayed,

The extent of her heart, to take in her art, a small gasping part did it play.

Who was she to be? Our sad little friend,

To whom did she belong?

Where would she go? Our sad precious friend,

Who would re - member her song.

Where would she go? With her dreams in tow,

To spark her own summer's day?

How will she fly in our juniper sky?

A carefree dovetail away.

And so we sing together my friend,

Until one day we re member,

That ownership comes from within.

Not from a vine where for 9.99 you can order a twirl.