She made her kingdom out of steam,
far prettier and stranger
Than the one she left behind
to face the truth and dangers

She built her world from fragile things,
from mist and morning dew
And filled it with strange creatures,
all species weird and new

Others laughed, but in her mind
it all made perfect sense
Her world was sweetest in whole world,
though it was all pretence

It never had occured to her
that it was all inside her head
For her it was all real and true,
no doubt was ever said

She was often called a lunatic,
people claimed she's mad
But she just lived in her own world
Why is that so bad?

To get her out of it they tried
to tell the truth and lie
They said she must stop dreaming
but she saw no reason why

In the end she never left
her world, that sweetest dream
She lived and died most happily
in her kingdom made of steam.