SYLVIA
Sylvia is always gay.
When she winged to earth one day,
Through the wonders of the sky,
She caught a star as she flew by,
Green and gold and amethyst,
In her tiny baby fist,
And hid it in her little breast
As a secret unconfessed.
Like a jeweled lantern she
Shines for all the world to see.
In her eyes the sparkle beams,
From her burnished hair it gleams;
Radiant all she does and says,
All her pretty, twinkling ways—
Just because she dared to leaven
Lifetime with a bit of heaven.
Sylvia! Without your spark,
Oh, the journey would be dark.