If the raindrops should fall,
They'll only darken my dress
My mood cannot be moistened
For it is I who rule over all.
I reached into the night sky
And plucked from it the stars
To make the perfect crown
So all my words could fly.
My cape is made of wool
From the backs of fairy sheep.
A pale pink reminder
Of their magical pull.
Two little feet dance upon
The greenest grass in this wood,
Spinning spells of happiness,
Turning tears into chiffon.
If the raindrops should fall,
I'll spin a little faster;
Answering the dryad's call.
I am my own master.