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.