She claims she's seen a pink cow, And danced on rainbows—don't ask me how! Her stories stretch from here to Andromeda, She once sold moonlight in glass jars! ...But nope it's nonsense every time. Her tale of stories where nothing's ever true!
You stand tall But your shadow is thin A hollow echo of who you pretend to be. Your words fall like brittle dry leaves-- Broken and empty. Scattered by the wind that dares to blow.