Dancing Bears, 
painted wings: 
things I almost remember. 
And a song someone sings 
Once Upon December. 

Someone holds me safe and warm. 
Horses prace through a silver storm. 
Figures dancing gracefully 
across my memory. 
 [bad word] tune] 

Far away, 
long ago 
glowing dim as an ember. 
Things my heart used to know, 
Once Upon a December. 

Someone holds me safe and warm, 
horses prance through a silver storm. 
Figures dacing gracefully 
across my memory. 

[change of tune] 

Far away, long ago 
glowing dim as an amber. 
Things my heart used to know. 
Things it yearns to remember. 

And a song someone sings 
Once Upon a Dece-em-ber.