The girl is a wild and wretched thing

A lesson in disobedience for all to see

She listens not to man or king

Unbroken, untouched, unfettered, carefree

She is a mother, a lover, a revolutionary

Pushing through cracks in our facade

Her voice is heard, riotous and merry

We give no praise, do not applaud

She is seen as an enemy to innovation

So we poison her and tear her down

Cruelness growing with each generation

Yet she does not renounce her crown

Nature rebels against humanity

Across the earth, she will forever roam

With great beauty and urbanity

Waiting patiently to call us home