Dorothy lane and a cobblestone road.
A sweet pair of eyelashes escaping from home.
Two kids walk where the buffaloes roam,
As two kids walk to the home of the gnomes.
Cobblestone to yellow bricks,
Tree-vines to licorice,
The whole world swallowed her
As I begged it to spit.
Cheshire smile still floats in my mind
In the form of the border around her eyes.
