Yes she is wild, but her people have her tamed.
Yes she speaks up, but her people tell her when.
Yes she is beauty, but she needs telling.
There is the spark, there is ample damp.
Her people are there to show her way,
Her people are there to warn her from pain,
Though she yearned to make her own silly tales,
Of misfortunes and bad luck laced with morals in vain.
She knew there was someone to fall back on,
This sense of secure she never wanted gone.
Her people were nice, her people were wise,
She gave them a reason, a guise,
To act gentle, and be happy
For her every fail was their cue to be tipsy.
For they rejoiced in her happiness and cried with her,
But deep down, oh how they envied her.
a.l. wonderland aka roo