She’s lives inside a box,
That sits inside a pram,
That’s covered in grubby marks,
From everyones groping hands,
And It wheels around the desert,
The god forsaken land.
Theres a wholesome little girl,
In an unblemished pink dress,
Wandering through the auburn forest,
Mucking up her white tights and shoes-
A snake appears,
She strokes the friendly venomous creature.