The words overfell,

to the wishing, wishing well,

where the sun and the rain never glow.

And the girls and the boys,

titter tatter with their toys,

on the side of the wishing, wishing well.

 

The words ripple through

all the deep and darkened blue,

through the waves and the salt of the sea.

To a cave in the depths,

where they yawn and then collapse,

after swimming their long journey.

 

A man hobbles on,

pitter patter through his lawn,

his feet sinking into the sand.

He conjures all the words,

through the sea and to the birds,

and they're taken out of water, to the land.

 

They are dropped to a girl,

who wears a tiny little pearl,

that emits a stream of golden light.

She reads herself the hopes,

rides a daunting antelope,

and speeds off away through the night.

 

She stops the girls and boys,

and they put down all their toys,

and she hands them a gift of their own.

They write letters for the birds,

to the man who took their words,

and the girl rides to where the sun had shone.

 

So little boys and girls,

If you see a girl with pearls,

give her thanks before she can go.

For the words that overfell,

to the wishing, wishing well,

where the sun and the rain never glow.