From the time when she was
a little girl with an orange bow,
she liked to dance and
put on a great show.

Tapping all her toes,
laughing as her smile grows.

Blues eyes,
short hair,
long braids.

Till the day
time took her youth away,
and it was more hours at her job
and less time to play.

Dress up to go to work,
stress out until her
heart really hurts,
and date another ****.

But underneath the years,
a beautiful ballerina danced,
sweet swans sang songs
as pink fire swam along;
No matter how old she got
she never lost that part.