Once upon a time in a land called Scum,

there was a little girl born with no thumbs.

She was awkward and silly,

gave the other girls the willies.

Less evolved they thought,

with her eight fingers she fought.

What they didn’t know was,

behind the cave girl’s scars,

she was a hero in her head full of dreams and blue stars.

She ran from the mix, tripped over sticks,

she climbed the hill and screamed when she fell.

But she got to the top you know, that eight fingered kid.

with dirty knees and scraped knuckles she no longer hid.

Turning around she saw that whole valley.

A fire circled the Earth, ending those peanuts in the galley.

And now there she sits, on her mountain near the fire,

hand on one knee, a smiling canvas for dead liars.