Once there was a little girl who thought she
Could one day grow a pair of wings and flee
But big, old papa held her near and tight
He would not let her see the world tonight
And hence she sat by the window and gazed
Until her vision was cloudy and hazed
The stars that twinkled bright were bright no more
She could not let the lion in her roar
She went to big, old papa's room to see
It she could convince him to let her be
But big, old papa was drowning in sleep
It's when it hit her; she's not his to keep
When morning came her bed was found empty
All that's left of her was a memory
