I’ve sprinkled your day with Pixie Dust,
with Happiness and Sunshine.
And before you close your eyes to rest
I’ll sprinkle your night with Starshine.
I’ve sprinkled your day with Pixie Dust,
with Happiness and Sunshine.
And before you close your eyes to rest
I’ll sprinkle your night with Starshine.
This lullaby’s to help you sleep –
to rest your weary eyes.
This lullaby’s to help you wake
to a day of Glad Surprise.
It’s my Personal Curse.
But, I’m COVID Averse.
I’d like to go gambol and frolic.
I’d like to do lunch
and breakfast and brunch….
But, this Delta is too Diabolic.
Now it’s Greenland’s turn to disappear.
It’s getting smaller ev’ry heated-up year.
Greenland is shrinking off the map.
Metric tons melt like a snap.
300 billion tons of ice
have gone like ice cubes — in a trice.
The climate’s changing geography.
Earth is a scary place to be.
I’m scattering bags of Pixie Dust
to brighten this day for you.
The shimmering touch of Pixie Dust
will lighten each thing you do.
Man’s in Big Trouble.
We’ve Made a Mess.
The world’s in Mass Confusion.
But, there’s an answer
I do profess –
We need a Moral Revolution.
Their aim is poor.
They shoot at will.
Doesn’t matter to them
just what they kill.
Theu aim at a foe.
Shoot you instead.
It doesn’t matter.
You’re just as dead.
Kids in car seats.
Babes in arms.
None are safe
from the bullet’s harms.
Tots in the yard,
playing by the street.
The shooters just kill
any one they meet.
My gate is open.
Please come in.
Sit down, and rest a spell.
If you will spend
some time with me,
I’d like it very well.