Pickledish
Pickledish Pickledish what do you see
through effervescent eyes
deep as the salt in the sea
Pickledish Pickledish what do you hear
butterfly wings flittering - frin frin frin
like rain ruffling on a mirror
Pickledish Pickledish what do you know
you're an apostle of wondering
fascinating as a flake of snow
Pickledish Pickledish look at you grow
into a luminescent young girl
that Grandma loves so
