Wow, this niece of mine is flipping out
She populates her doodle book with nightmares
stars with tentacles and moons raining down
Someone needs to tell her, stars and moons do not move in packs
Houses don't resemble Christmas trees
Christmas trees don't explode like Roman candles
And who' s that woman on a broomstick
zooming across the winter landscape?
"It's me," says she. A cranked up case, this kindergarten child
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