Once upon a time
There was a little painter
With novelty paint
That she began to paint
Painting the peripherals of my heart
Magnificently with her novelty paint
But she ran out of paint
For the rest remains unpainted

Once upon a time
There was a little potter
With novelty mud
That she began to mold
Molding the peripherals of my riven heart
Beautifully with her novelty mud
But she ran out of mud
For the rest remains gaping

Once upon a time
There was a little bird
With novelty wings
That she began to fly
Flying away with me
Merrily to glorious clouds
But she drifted out of sight
For I can’t fly anymore by my self

Once upon a time
There was a little star
With novelty light
That she began to scintillate
Scintillating beautifully
Upon my wild blue yonder
But she ceased emitting her light
For dark as a grave are my nights

Once upon a time
There was a little river
With novelty waters
That she began to flow
Meandering through my world
Thus all flowers thirsted no more
But she ceased her flow
For all flowers withered

Once upon a time
There was a bee
With novelty nectar
That tasted with all sweetness there is
Nectar distilled from all flowers of heaven
Nectar no other bee could ever bear
But she drifted away with her nectar
That had me feel
I might have sipped a philter