Anthracite

Oh how I dream of dancing through meadows dressed in pink

But alas it’s not to be, it’s just not possible, it’d cause a big stink

So a wee tear pops out when I think I can’t be a wee winged fairy

Could be my size twelve boots and the fact I’m cock-eyed and hairy

Oh how I dream of dancing on my tippy toes like them on the telly

But alas it’s not to be, it’s tough to see me toes, it might be me belly

So a wee squeak pops out like the time I just sucked a sour old berry

Could be my wobbly bum, and the fact I’m cock-eyed and hairy

Oh how I dream of dancing around with the birds and bunnies

But maybe it could be, maybe it is possible, they’d not think it funny

So a wee YAY pops out when I think I can dance and not be scary!

And they say I’m lovely so who cares that I’m cock-eyed and hairy!

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