When you are not like the other children,

and never were,

and never will be,

the world is a wondrous place,

that only you can see,

full of joy and crisis,

mystery and magic,

when you are not like the other children,

and never were,

and never will be,

you are chosen,

kissed by cherubs and sculpted by angels,

Blessed are you, child who is different

you dance in the snow to the covered bridge,

on your magic boots and silver slippers,

waving your Witchy wand

the world awaits you,  one Oz after another.