In her own sweet world
 Populated by dolls and clowns 
 and a prince and a big purple bear.
 Lives my favorite girl,
 unaware of the worried frowns
 us weary grown ups all wear.
 In the sun she dances to silent music, 
 songs that are spun of gold
 somewhere in her own little head.
 Someday all too soon
 she'll grow up and she'll leave her dolls 
 and her prince and that silly old bear.
 When she goes they will cry
 as she whispers "Good-bye."
 They will miss her I fear
 but then so will I.