Little Princess
By Silver Angel
On and on she treadsNo cares in her lovely headNo questions, no worries, no why'sJust a smile in her bright shining eyesShe's the littlest princessBut free spirited, nonethelessShe spends her days singing to tree's And saving flowers from the sting of bee'sShe tells the river just where to bendAnd yells to the raven, 'Stay away from my bed!'For her bed is made of golden maple leavesShe guards it from the ants, who are thieves!Onward and upwards she walksLaughing at the wind, with whom she talksShe's a tiny little princess, hard to seeBecause she lives inside the heart of me Written September 6th, 2001 © on Sep 06 2001 05:53 AM PST 0 • 10
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"On and on she treadsNo cares in her lovely headNo questions, no worries, no why'sJust a smile in her bright shining eyesShe's the littlest princessBut free spirited, nonethelessShe spends her days singing to tree's And saving flowers from the sting of bee'sShe tells the river just where to bendAnd yells to the raven, 'Stay away from my bed!'For her bed is made of golden maple leavesShe guards it from the ants, who are thieves!Onward and upwards she walksLaughing at the wind, with whom she talksShe's a tiny little princess, hard to seeBecause she lives inside the heart of me..."