Emma keeps coming apart, falling down to the cracks of her heart…
The King of the Sky bought her farm, with the words of a magical charm
Soon Emma moved in with this king, and he gave her smart horses who sing
And fairies that live underground, who dance to a star’s secret sound
He made her a lake and a ship, yet left her to go on a trip
So Emma played not by herself — but wickedly with a lithe elf
Yes, Billy Botrinket is fine — he lives on the edge of lost time
(He lives high on love, his heart is a dove)
On his soul he wears thoughts of this rhyme
“Dear Billy Botrinket do play! Can you be the painting today?
and I’ll be nefarious — and you’ll be gregarious
and then we shall both be blasé…”
Now this was quite sweet for a week
(The two played with plenty to eat)
Then who did appear? It was Mr. Cold Fear
Yes, the king had come back from Mesqueek
Saying “Emma, you simply must choose!
It’s me or it’s him — by golly he’s slim
Tell me now, as I much catch that cruise!”
Oh, Emma could not soon decide
(as a girl who is brimming with pride)
She’d been born a nice peasant, with nonesuch too pleasant
Who dreamt of a flying horse ride…
And this is a bit of her tale – that swims ever on like a whale
She chose — yes, her king
And horses who sing
Though Billy’s true love will not fail…
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