Tinker Bell's Pixie Dust

You’re walking alone on a gray, rainy day
When an orange kitten prances with lust
You think a while and then come to the conclusion
He was sprinkled by Tinker Bell’s Pixie Dust

A laugh in dead silence, a storm in the desert
Little rabbits and deer sweep and dust
The house is clean and happy again
While we never notice Tinker Bell’s Pixie Dust

You can try as hard as you want
But magic is a hard thing to rust
Finally you give up and think
Must be the work of Tink’s Pixie Dust