Adore The Land Of Free

Once upon a time ago, there was a little girl who wears her best reddish cape, how'd bright It was, she skipped through with her picnic basket made of wooden straw In color onto the old uptown park herself alone In this easygoing world of magic, she unleashed her land and island to create things out there, likely the waterfall has been down poured all the way and further upstream, little riding hood said to her dream was accomplished, her house - made of candy, how'd sweet and tender, she befriended of talkable bunnies nonstop action, and danceable Pheasants who got the one fantastic steps along the mysterious path, this little riding hood who sang and sang heavenly on her sweet land, she came out to soak her feet In the healing waters, she saw something under there, It was world-class and modern mermaids were swam beautifully and calm under the sea, the little riding hood who cried once, her vanilla hands were covered the eyes, you know why, she's happy to be In this breathing world of love, her Rainbows were up too, too bright her town kindly

Written
Michael James Brindley
8-19-17