Amelia, Amelia Earhart,
After her plane was torn apart and bursting through the trees
She remembered picking lemons with William Randolph Hearst
And how a spinning plane propeller turned liquid in the sun
And as the cockpit burned, her hair filled with sparks,
But when the glass exploded in, everything went dark.
She remembered sipping consomme' with William Howard Taft
And a boy with perfect skin who smelled like mustard gas
And as the cockpit burned, she couldn't help but smile,
Recalling a dancing bear she'd seen as a child.
