On my way home,

On my way home, I met a girl called Dance.

She had a tutu as wide as the sun but as light as a feather.

She danced and pranced and spread happiness all over the world.


On my way home, I met a woman called Raven.

Her hair was as black as the night and her skin was as white as snow.

When she spoke a deafening squawk  came out rather than words.


On my way home, I met a man called Owl.

His eyes were as orange as amber.

He had talons that would scoop you up in one foul swoop.


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