Silver Gypsy Queen

She lavishes silver on herself, Wears it on her fingers, and in her ears Silver dangles from her ankles in little chime bells She is a gypsy dancer; silver is her mantra I had always sought out gold adornments Silver though, awe, how it sparkles As the cosmic hippie of the evening dances Silver catches the happiness of the fire, making it laugh. Entices me to sing and dance and whistle Silver dances faster and harder There must be some in her hair Pixie dust for sure; I love silver now.