A tiny ghost, just five years old,
With eyes that sparkled, bright and bold.
She loved to dress in gowns so fine,
A ballerina, a queen so divine.
Gingham, bows and leopard print
Eyeshadow, lipstick and a little bit of tint,
Glee spread shone on her face as she saw the dress’ pocket,
To her, the mere vanity was as exciting as Narnia’s closet!
She’d sing and dance, a joyful sight,
Her ghostly form, a radiant light.
Her heart was pure, her spirit free,
A dreamer, wild and full of glee.
She dreamed of helping, big and small,
To save the Earth, to answer the call.
To plant new trees, to clean the air,
To make our planet, a place so fair.
A ghostly diva, young and sweet,
A heart of gold, a spirit fleet.
A future bright, a noble quest,
To make the world a better place, at her very best.
