Little princess, pretty and fair
Seeking flowers out in a trail
Bees and butterflies flying by
Attention getter of any one's eye
Forests of fun music and arts
Works of display not of one's heart
Tink tank of thoughts put into pen
Bear all your soul which is only fair
Unhappy humans say there's foul
Played in this game in which words howl
Make sure then if you open your mouth
Out comes truth and on the right track
Another strike, not good, against you
Displaying that secret true inner you
Think right for once and just be nice
So that your loves will love you thrice
Little girl lost in that muddy meadow
Full of thick dirt dead plants and a crow
Swimming endlessly gasping for air
Will a croaking frog near turn into prince
Bystanders us caught unaware
Where love, lies, deceit spin as it curls
Hope when it's done we still have our heads
With minds and sanity still totally there...
