I met a girl Who was crazy and proud Sometimes, she glistened Up in the clouds She came to me And asked: Who are you? I told her that I’d meet her there too I met a girl Who was vivid and kind Not like the ones That I usually find We watched a poem She placed her head down Onto my shoulder She laid her crown I met a girl Who was crazy and proud Knew every bit Of history ‘round I listened to her ‘Till the Sun went down End of the day I wondered What I’d found