As the clock ticked to midnight

"You're of age!", her heart squealed in delight,

Her visage as bright as the morning sun

And her chocolate eyes gleamed with mischief and fun

Promised nothing but chaos to be woven and spun

All of her friends wished the same,

Twas her being joyous and untame

For she was a dandelion at heart

And her Odyssey and tales were just about to start