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.