What a beautiful sight    in the mirrored light    shed oh so bright    by the moon at night.       She's an angel, in the truest sense, as you can see.    She has always done right by me.       Oh overnight, She earns her keep.    Oh please don't fight. She needs her sleep.       Across my dreams she'll walk to safety.    A bridge that seems hung securely.       Then she'll open....... open up her eyes.    Maybe flash me all her pearly whites.    Then she'll get up, spread her wings real wide,    and start to fly    (away).    Over and out.