Sing a little song
Like the pixies
Who set the stars on fire
And go to bed in the daytime

Dance a little dance
Like in the old times
When we could get lost
In our own backyards
And that was all it took
To be happy

Dream a little dream
On my living room floor
Snuggly in our sleeping bags
And we'll try to stay awake
By giggling all night long
And talking about how icky boys are

Strut your little strut
Waddling down the sidewalk
With Mom watching on one side
And Grandpa on the other
And you in the middle
Aware of nothing but the sunshine

Ride your little bike
Across the railroad tracks
Where we'll look for snakes in the grass
And then throw rocks in the lake
And still have time to wonder
Why the sky is blue

Scream your little scream
At the neighbor boy
Who always calls me "girlfriend"
Because we don't like
The way he treats my brother
And we'll make sure he knows it

Sing a little song
About Jesus and his angels
And God and grace and love
And we know it all to be true
Because there is no reason
For adults to lie

Dance a little dance
In your bedroom
Where we play dress-up
And waste your mother's rolls of film
Because we aren't just people now
We're supermodel princesses

Dream a little dream
Of the future times
When I'll learn to be girly
Just like you
Even though you'll always be the pretty one

And we'll run a little race
At recess time
And get the boys to chase us
Before we start chasing them
And then we'll fall down and giggle
Because boys are okay sometimes

Pray a little prayer
For the baby bird
Who fell out of his nest
Because his mom won't take him back
Once we've touched him
Is that really true?

Swing on my little swing
And run in my backyard
Until we've run out of steam
And then we'll lay in the grass
And watch the sunset
The pixies are coming out to play

And I'll sing a little song
For the old days
Before I lost my faith in pixies
And learned what makes the sky blue
And found a reason
For adults to lie

And I'll dance my little dance
So maybe you'll notice me
Because we don't see each other anymore
Or even speak
And even if we did
We'd have nothing more to say

And I'll dream my little dream
Of the swing in my backyard
That we sold on a garage sale
Because we've grown to big
And I'll ask about the neighbor boy
Who used to call me "girlfriend"
And pray that he gets better
When he gets out of Juvy

And I'll pray my little prayer
For the old times
When there was still a Grandpa
At the other end of the sidewalk
And it was so much easier
To believe that there was a God
To listen to my voice

And I'll shed a little tear
Because there are no little things
Anymore.