Sylvia

Sylvia is always gay. When she winged to earth one day, Through the wonders of the sky, She caught a star as she flew by, Green and gold and amethyst, In her tiny baby fist, And hid it in her little breast As a secret unconfessed.

Like a jeweled lantern she Shines for all the world to see. In her eyes the sparkle beams, From her burnished hair it gleams; Radiant all she does and says, All her pretty, twinkling ways— Just because she dared to leaven Lifetime with a bit of heaven. Sylvia! Without your spark, Oh, the journey would be dark.