Dorothy Outfoxes Pucks and Picks

Pucks and Picks two skinflints Quietly and disdainfully blacken sequins With their dour, disastrous ways. Dorothy, one sequin got away. She was the shiny blue one. She happily quit running after realizing How slow they were Pucks and Picks sent the hounds to fetch her But their skin was soaked by the time they arrived And Dorothy was lying in the sun, laughing at them. She had already shaped herself into a Star, and was waiting for lightning shocks to come along So she could be hurled into the night where she could more readily laugh at Pucks and Picks efforts.