Tickly Prickly Dreams
Tickly Prickly lying on her favorite branch
Can hear the large animals tromping through wet leaves
Does not concern her in the least
It is her autumn day nap, her autumn day nap
Tickly Prickly enjoying the sky,
On her back, looking toward God’s home
Can hear the songbirds trilling their truth
Smiles as she sees one, during her autumn day nap
Tickly Prickly’s eyes close gently.
She is dreaming of her favorite angel, Marabelle.
Wondering when she will be getting back to see her again.
Songbird swoops down. Tickly Prickly wakes up in Marabelle’s arms.
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