I grew up lost in old fairy tales
In nursery rhymes— riddles, and such
In accounts of personal prevails
I enjoyed being lost very much

I spend my free moments in those books
Written by wives— fairies— folks as well
I cuddled with them in cozy nooks
Though I admit they did kind of smell

But I knew the worth of the phrasing
Knew what all those old tales had to teach
You see those tales did all my raising
As my parents were both out of reach

Tales of all kinds take up my whole brain
Perhaps that's why I daydream in rhyme
Maybe that's why my words seem to chain
Why I fell into verse over time

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