Flit

Flit

Hush my sweet baby

I stole your pink ribbon

And tied it with tenderness

From the top bunk

And now this old bird has flown

Out of the only window

Mocking your last attempt

To hold it here

With the weight of your love.

But, in any case

You will find a diamond ring

Behind your looking-glass

By way of redress

For not singing before

The chair was upset.