The Luckiest Girl in the World

You might think she lives in a palace

But actually she’s just Alice

She doesn’t have any malice

And funnily enough neither a falice

Palice is her knickname

She loves to play games

But not the relationship kind

She likes to play hockey

She’ll never be a jockey

She can be a little crazy

Sometimes she can be lazy

She’s a dreamer, a bit hazy

She doesn’t have a friend called Daisy

She lives in Wandsworth Town

She hardly ever wears a frown

Loves children and words

Always fascinated by the bees and the birds

Al Pal used to read stories to the little ones

At boarding school

She’s pretty bright, no fool

There’s a magic to Ali

It’s not always about being cool

She’ll find you wherever you are

For all you know

You could be her lucky star

She travels and walks

Loves her family and friends

Her stories never end

So you might wonder why

She’s the luckiest girl in the world

It’s not about materialism or money

It’s more about love and happiness

She loves anything that’s funny

She has a boyfriend who has a cat

He calls her Ali the Pookle

She wrote a children’s book about it

Imagine that

She flies and dreams

Remembers dancing

And balancing on the beam

One day you might see her on stage

Because she’s no longer trapped in a cage