An Ode to My Big Mac

My Big Mac always giggling with delight

Dancing with joy, or squealing with fright

Boogying to the beat of her own guitar

Red hair and blue eyes, what a perfect star!

My Big Mac funny as always

She does not like to sleep sideways

Trying to imagine her in a big straw hat

Her best friend, sadly not me, is her very own cat

My Big Mac has a very awesome quality

And that is that she treats everybody with equality

Dreams of green seas and purple mountains

Yellow bellied lizards and sometimes clean water fountains

My Big Mac imagines perfect worlds

Where everybody is just as cool as she says they are

I am invincible as long as she believes in me

"I am the Big Mac compared to them. Happy Meals, that's who they be."