“Mommy, Mommy!” The little girl cried.
“Mommy, Mommy, its story time.”
“Little girl, you wish me to tell you,
All the tales of glee they say aren’t true.
I’ll tell you a tale,
About the ferocious dragons golden scale.
I’ll tell you a story,
About the princes undying glory.
I’ll tell you about a time,
When there were no nursery rhymes.
I’ll tell you about a little boy,
Playing with his shiny new toy.
I’ll tell you about a little girl,
Whose house flew away in a tornado whirl.
See for yourself,
The smallest little elf.
Ride the wind,
And let the games begin.
Surf with the whales,
By God girl, I will give you a tale.
Some people say it isn’t so,
Tell me yourself, and look out your window.”