I Sound My Barbaric Yawp Over the Rooftops of the World.

Once upon a time there was a little girl1

And once upon a time she loved to read2

And she had a blanket that only covered her toes3

And left her giggling in the night4

The night that called out to her like a soaking wet fireman covered in yarn5

And the stars screamed at her to take lots of pictures and bite her tongue in delight6

But she didn't 'cause she was afraid of the night7

'Cause she couldn't see what was inside.8

Well, this girl, this girl who loved to read and ignored it when people told her to live her life9

She fell in love with this boy10

And this boy lived in the dark11

And feared the light12

And I swear on my life the only way they could meet was at dawn and dusk13

When it was neither light nor dark14

And the girl kicked pebbles15

And the boy picked leaves 'cause he had nothing better to do16

And they didn't talk much17

And the girl tried to share her blanket18

That only covered her toes19

But it was too little for the both of them20

So the boy turned it into a scarf21

Because he loved to read too22

And all the boy wore were pearls and sweaters 'cause that's all he could afford23

And when the night came he ran screaming through the dark24

And the girl was left to her books.25

But then one day when the sun came and the boy scurried to his cave26

The girl thought27

I'm not doing this anymore28

And the girl filled a suitcase full of rags29

And she said goodbye to the silent coyote outside her window30

And kissed goodbye the quiet coyote under her bed31

And left a note for her dear mother who kept the time all day32

And she went to find her boy.33

And then she found him in his cave and she told him34

I will live in the night with you35

And he smiled and his mouth was full of pearly whites36

And he still had all his baby teeth37

And he built her a cushion of bluejay feathers38

For her to sit on.39

And then the night came40

And the stars burst screaming down41

And they carried away the girl who loved to read42

And taught her how to write poetry43

And left the boy alone.44

And there he sits still45

His hair as red as a bicycle46

Sitting on a cushion of bluejay feathers47

And fearing the light.48