There's a lady on this street
Who thinks I'm pretty awful neat
I like to see her when I can
My mom's unsure
I'm only ten

She likes flowers
I like dead things
Rocking chairs and wishing wells
But she says when I grow older
I'll like living things as well

She took me walking through the forest
With a magnifying glass
I got home late and got heck for it
(I don't care it was a blast)

On sadder days
She makes me cookies
Tells me stories of her mind
She says all of life is light
I said that's why some were born blind

There's a lady on this street
Who thinks I'm pretty awful neat
I like to see her when I can
My mom's unsure
I'm only ten