Celtic diva
in a land of make-believe
i roam the meadows
of a celtic realm where
bagpipes haunt the air by day
and in the midnight hour
harps are played by angels
in my world of fantasy
i own a castle by the sea
and have a voice of gold
i sing irish folk songs
all day long while looking
out my tower at the beauty
and i'm as happy as can be
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
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