Drewz wore a bow atop her head,
She tied it with some ribboned thread
From that first moment out of bed
Till end of day, till end of day.
She put in rainbows, lightning, vines,
That climbed up to her sailing mind
And joined it in its mad designs,
Tied nice and tight, tied nice and tight.
Drewz loved her thousand colored bows
But lived for when at last she chose
To yank the ribbon till it goes,
Then she’d explode, yes she’d explode.
Come morning she picked out her tie,
A ribbon with a lively dye,
And giving just the slightest sigh,
Drewz wore a bore, she wore a bow.