Skoller freed all her Wishes,
From the dull to most delicious,
Those on candles, stars, eyelashes,
And those deep and superstitious.
She lined them up.
Gave them her love.
Then sent them off to live.
I Wish that I could be as brave,
Wish my Wishes weren’t enslaved,
Wish Wishes could just Wish away,
Wish, Wish, Wish, Wish…