Ring Round the Roses

Twirling and falling, she gets up again. She wants more.

Pink bows–dancing and twirling. Dancing and

twirling in a pink frilly skirt, gliding over the floor–

dancing and twirling in her own wonderland.

 

Pink bows–dancing and twirling. Dancing and

frills swirling about her like spun-sugar fairies,

dancing and twirling in her own wonderland,

waiting for the Prince that the Princess marries.

 

Frills swirling about her like spun sugar. Fairies

are sparkles twinkling from her dreaming eyes.

Waiting for the Prince that the Princess marries,

she rings round the roses, falls, and finally dies.

 

Are sparkles twinkling from her dreaming eyes?

She gazes through a sea of stars–gazes and laughs.

She rings round the roses, falls, and finally dies.

Ribbons of snowflake lace make for perfect photographs.

 

She gazes through a sea of stars, gazes and laughs–

twirling in a pink frilly skirt. Gliding over the floor,

ribbons of snowflake lace. Make for perfect photographs–

twirling and falling. She gets up again. She wants more.

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