There was a PINK crescent moon
that night
as she walked down the street
in her PINK gown, carrying her PINK parasol
and she wondered to herself. . .when did the world
become so dark, mean, and ruthless
where deceit was common place, meanness a state of normal
she didn’t quite fancy that state of mind. . .
so she decided to look for butterflies and all things good
no matter what came against her, she donned her
PINK gown, carried her PINK parasol
under the PINK sky, oh and the PINK crescent Moon
it followed her wherever she went.