And there lay the girl, balloon in her hand,
Who wanted to travel to Mars.
Until the great day, when somebody came,
And slaughtered that daydream of hers.
So there in the field, where the dandelion grew,
And adorned the hilltop in gold.
The girl made a deal, a deal no one could steal,
To one day fly to the moon.
She carried that dream, for many a month,
Lollipop outreached in palm.
Then her dad squashed her plans, with a wave of his hand,
And ruined that pipe-dream of hers.
Days would pass by, days without dreams,
The little girl now was a Miss.
She lay herself down, in that same broken town,
And dreamt she would live on a star.
After telling her friends, of the future she craved,
Astronomical plans in her head.
They all claimed it a joke, and her fantasy broke,
And she never did once dream again.