Tell Nancy she can climb down from up there.
The forest is long gone, we are grown.
She was scared but the monsters are now gone.
It was all in her head, it’s over, her hair is long.
The earth feels nice to step on.
Nancy hiding, from real life in a story tree.
Tell her to climb down.
The forest is gone, is now a river.
Rivers go somewhere, water washes up old dirt.
Come down, we love you, the water is fine.