She roams restlessly about   She wears her sweater inside-out   She's bewildered and led astray   She brought the wrong books for school today      Her black umbrella is opened up   She hasn't noticed the rain has stopped   She talks with people who aren't there   She looks through glasses she doesn't wear      Like melted chocolate ice   Like withered edelweiss   She's winged and yet she flies   Like a naked clown lacking her disguise      She is grateful for the clouceur   But the prize is not for her   She's laid open to attack   When the door locks behind her back      As she waves her magic wand   there's a whisper of despond   She is painfully unaware   That the rabbit isn't there