Polly Urethane
Girl with a peculiar name
Born into the oddest of times

She walks through the fields
Picking flowers at will
Tying them in bundles of rhyme

She then takes to the street
Corner of Humble and Meek
And gives flowers to the societally blind

Polly Urethane
The girl with a peculiar name
Looks at life and just has to laugh

Polly she knows
The silly world never slows
Here and gone in a flash

Polly she tries
To take it in stride
Though at times she doesn't understand

She's here to save all that's right
To the tune of delight
Played by a number nine piece magical band

Marching Main Street
Near the corner of Humble and Meek
Where Polly stands, flowers in hand

Polly Urethane
Girl with a peculiar name
Born into the oddest of times