Madam Mim

Mimmy, Mimmy,
Dear Madam Mim,
You don't remember
But how have you been?
Do you dream and paint the worlds as before?
Does your pen still flow and is your heart still sore?
Do your roses still bloom and are your cheeks still rosy?
Is your home still sweet, and warm, and cozy?
And when the snow comes, is it terribly cold?
Do you fear the same fears? Are you still growing old?
For grow old, we all do
There's not much that can stop it
No wishing, no hoping, 'til the day that we pop it
But until that day comes, let us not stop
The wishing or hoping until we all pop
Wishes are fine
And hopes are held dear
But with a good friend, Madam Mim
There's nothing to fear.