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 That we 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 Then one day all too soon She’ll grow up & she’ll leave her doll And her prince & her silly old bear. When she goes they will cry As they whisper good-bye They will miss her I fear but then so will I.