˙uʍoɹɟ ʇsnɾ ʎǝɥʇ ʇnq ǝldoǝd ʇɐ ʞool I
'uʍop ǝpᴉsdn ƃuᴉuɹnʇ sᴉ plɹoʍ ʎW

There's a girl in my backyard
With gold in her heart
She says the funniest of  things
Sitting on a swing
She draws stuff  in the dirt
And she calls it her art
She flies in, in the morning
With the birdsong
And she goes '****' in the moonlight
With a "So long,"