What Little Girls Believe
With fantasy a little girl
could fly away at will.
Or twitch her nose to cast a spell
just to get a thrill.
Find holes to hide, where deep inside
a rabbit was her friend.
Then try out beds, three bears had said,
the rules were hers to bend.
If kissing toads was really how
a handsome prince was found,
No wonder why all little girls
with fantasy sleep sound.
Written by,
Sheri Lynne Evans
March 2nd, 2001
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