Fare Thee well, my little friend! It has been a long time Since I have let you out To play... Dance in the wind - Soak up the sunshine, With tattered blonde hair. What care had you for grown-up things? You grew cobwebs. Left alone, In that dark, desolate corner, Crawling with shadows. Hold on, My precious child. For I will return, To knock on your door - To play in the sunshine.