There comes a time in every girl's life
When she has to leave girlish dreams
To the perky bunnies and their fluffy tails.
A time when she must grasp, in two strong hands,
the finer detail.
It's the time when she has learnt what it is to fail.
To be alone and wail.
To feel she's turning stale.
No longer can she stick her head in the sand.
And pretend it's OK not to have a plan.
The time, my friends, is now.
Step up. Rise up.
Before you go beyond the pale.