From The Mixed Up Mind Of The Widdershins Girl

She colored purple crayon on her walls and on her floors
She chalked the pathways gold and green that lead up to her doors
She painted pretty pictures of the things that she abhors
She’s zig-zag squiggle crazy; she’s the widdershins girl

She twisted all the wires that electrified her shack
She made them into necklaces in copper, pink, and black
She sold them all to strangers then she bought all of them back
She’s marching new percussion; she’s the widdershins girl

All of her friends are patchwork dolls; their button eyes can’t see
She wants to bake a pie or cake, but there’s no recipe
Besides, she’ll burn the house down and there’s nowhere else to be
She’s left-lane broken streetlamp; she’s the widdershins girl

She wants to have a party, but there’s no one to invite
She wants to play and dance and sway and laugh away the night
But she’s never heard music and her legs are far too slight
She’s topsy-turvey turned up; she’s the widdershins girl

She dyed her hair all of the colors she found in the store
She drew a pony, or a horse; she can’t tell anymore
Her pants and skirts and scarves and shirts are lying on the floor
Now all she has is dresses; she’s the widdershins girl

All her walls are covered in a phosphorescent seal
They glow when all her lights go out so she won’t have to feel
It’s her own invention! Even though it isn’t real
She’s upside-down and backwards; she’s the widdershins girl