In her own sweet world

Populated by dolls and clowns 

and a prince and a big purple bear.

Lives my favorite girl,

unaware of the worried frowns

us weary grown ups all wear.

In the sun she dances to silent music, 

songs that are spun of gold

somewhere in her own little head.

Someday all too soon

she'll grow up and she'll leave her dolls 

and her prince and that silly old bear.

When she goes they will cry

as she whispers "Good-bye."

They will miss her I fear

but then so will I.