She has a collection of sundries and lives in the clouds.
She talks to the animals and fears no fears.
There are lucky charms dangling from her neck.
Drawn to shiny and sparkly objects,
She stands out from the crowd.
She gabbles and quibbles on about nothing particular
and wears flowers in her hair.
She swims with sharks and dolphins
And rides wild brumbies
Surging around, ricketly, floating in the wind.
Supple and radiating happiness, where ever she goes.
