She set upon the world her hand
Woven in wonderland wool
Bought and sold in the slave market
But today was a day unlike another
Her hand was gold under the wool
From her manservant had it stolen be
She was confused
She was confused

And so it came to be sometime ago
The maiden peeled the gold clay off
And underneath lay the pods of sorrow
and despair
Limp and ragged
She was confused
Poor dear