Look! See! Here she comes! The Belle of the ball, The pearl of the parade, The masquerade queen: See the sheen of her chiffon sash, The sumptuous swathes of her Silken skirts, as she sweeps Past, perfectly poised on pristine points, Paparazzi snapping at her heels, Flash! Whirr! Flash! See the gracious smile, The glittering gilding, The glow of her gown, See a gloved hand extending For a glass of champ...

She always goes the scenic route. For reasons unbeknown to us She always takes the road less travelled, Flaunts the map and makes a fuss, And leads us off into the wild. No fading track or web of trees Will stop her on her singular quest To cross all borders, lands and seas. No thought that: once the brow is reached, She must descend, the other side, Or once the seventh shoreline\'s breached She cannot walk upon the tide. And yet - she must - For better this, than stay indoors, And dream of all the world beyond, With her feet shackled firmly to the floor.