Loving Sweet Treasures

Here is my treasure of fine fantastic gold,

Dazzling, iridescent, magical stories told,

From pirates to villains, who must be prized?

Naught any for none shall take what is mine,

This, my dear thieves, is my treasure only

Lay a finger or hair, dare I smother all glory

On thirsty hands, and hungry eyes,

Do you think I'm mocking? You'll be surprised,

I may be a child or a weakling to you

Regardless of background, I have yet to pursue

So I say this again: leave me MY treasure

It determines MY life, MY future, and all I pleasure.