What is it, my dear?
Why is there a tear,
Glistening down your cheek.
What is it, dear child, do you seek?
Oh, fairy godmother!
It is they, they're the bother!
With their snobbish attitude,
Leaving me here, in solitude.
They make my heart aches,
While I give them smiles that are all fakes.
They don't listen to me!
You see,
They cut my words like a dagger,
Which makes them the ragger!
Life with them is tough
And if I try to talk, they'll scoff.
So I just keep quiet,
While they make a nonsense riot.
Fairy godmother, I beg of you,
To cast a spell that's true,
That would help me
And set me free.
Oh, that, my dear, I can.
But here's the plan:
You follow after me,
For saying what I say is the key.
Let your voice roar like thunder,
And not carelessly blunder.
Let you stand tall like a mountain in the storm,
With your bravery taking form.
Say what you need to say,
For how else would they change their ways?
Let them hear you roar like a lion,
So you'd stand out like Orion.
With words of strength and a heart of gold,
Let courage take flight, and make you bold.