From abundance of the heart,pours unseen truth, enlightened art.Staged upon the canvas true,worlds in shadows, hue are you?
Drifting off shore, wishing for more,than a life that’s a bore and a chore.A portal appears! Oh my dear...Don’t drown when you dive through that door.
Some had magic, some had charms,Some girls had eight busy arms!But one stood out from all the rest,Sabrina knew how to spell the best.
Dusky darkling, Mummie’s Dearest,play'd one note for those the nearest.On wavy stage her public awaited...the moon was full, the hook was baited.
Two old friends went anchors aweigh,on bits and pieces of bygone days.With nary a piston, sail or steam,The Velaquaped sails on dreams.
People are two sizes, either big or small,it takes a lot of little ones to do a thing at all. Benelma was a big one, she had a little crew,Every time the wind did blow,She’d tell’em what to do.