'I think,' she exclaimed with a wink of an eye,
'It's endlessly better incredibly high!
It's finer the further you flee from the floor -
I'll saddle you up and I'll ride you to war!
'You're all that I've wanted, and all that I need -
For soaring, exploring, a chivalrous steed!
For carefully climbing; to slip and to stand -
For watching a concert and seeing the band!
'Or maybe,' she giggled, 'I'll reach any shelf -
If you'll be my giant, then I'll be your elf!
We'll quest and we'll jaunt and we'll journey afar!
But first,' she suggested... 'a drink at the bar?'