Tinker Belle

A careful nonchalance she holds, She dances on her twinkle toes. Spin round faster, her hand she flicks... No sleeve has she, but she has tricks. Your eyes shall dart from here to there... She acts as if she has not a care. It seems she flies where the wind does blow, In truth SHE tells IT where to go. Lilies float about the pond, They compliment her hair of blond. She basks upon them all the time, The sun all on her faces does shine. Mystically she runs along, In your heart she'll play a song. What she has is not quite joy... Look so sweet, seem so coy.