Twinkle, twinkle, little window.
Serein left lambent evidence on your pane.
King left by you more impresssed than by the feorm-fultum into pockets blessed.
You are the activist’s illuminations after the demagogue’s discourse.
Lying abed whilst fishing for wishing, requests turned true.
First, straight hair curled.
Then, pony toys brought joys.
Last, lionfish sang lullabies from tanked niche. ; )