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Who Ever Could I Be?


Once upon a time,

there was a girl with some twine,

who wrapped it around every finger.

Taking the twine,

which was of a purple kind,

she let it fall to the floor.

When it fell,

she broke the spell, 

and headed for the door.

Once outside,

she took to the skies,

and let the clouds assure. 

Now in the sky,

my, oh, my,

what a wonderful adventure.

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