Dear Sierra,
Let’s make a fort from old blankets.
Then we’ll paint your whole loft.
Braid yarn into matching bracelets,
And never take them off.
Because
I wanna bake “panookies”
Wear headbands like hippies
Decorate beer caps
You know it’s only four claps.
Tots my goats
We’re the package deal.
Hall to my Oats
Remi to Ameal,
You’re the Jon to my Sarah
And I’ll always be
The Ally to your Sierra.
Let’s go get our destined power
From a talking lion.
We don’t need to talk for hours,
Cuz we like the silence.
Because
I wanna dance in the rain
Make cupcakes again
Sing about a bird
Or make a film about being bored
Totes my goats
We’re the package deal
Hall to my Oats
Remi to Ameal
You’re the Jon to my Sarah
And I’ll always be
The Ally to your Sierra.