The way you furrow your brow
And get very austere
How you say 'Yes, my dear'
When you want us to know that you are down in the sky for work
So come here little darling and admit to us who you are
It has been too long but our memory is strong
And we remember quite clearly, dearie, exactly who you are
Our silly sweetheart
Who wants to Willy Nilly away his thyme on something Divine
To play with our Goldspun hair and sing to us again how the melody goes..
In that special way
In that Very Distinguished tone.
~*~
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