Sing to me, sing through me,
Let us hear a gentle song.
Dear muse, sweet muse,
Tell us a tell of the lovely and fair
So that we may rest in slumber.
From the east a gentle wind once blew
Into the quiet home of a loving two.
A child was born, a beautiful babe
With sparkling eyes of cornflower blue.
From the tops of the hills of old West Virginia
The proud father stood tall and shouted, "Hoorah!
A princess has come, and soon she'll become
Our fair and lovely Queen."
But before her coronation could come to pass,
She had to grow, to blossom, with much to surpass.
Like the seeds of a dandelion her journeys went far
From Virginia to Massachussets and on to Connecticut
Where finally her proud father screamed "This is patheticut!
The cornflower blue diamonds of my young babe's eyes
never will shine nor dazzle under these dull gray skies."
So he packed up his treasures into suitcases and trains
And set out for the West where it promised great things:
The air always fresh and the water crystal clear,
The spaces wide open and the animals not too near.
Across the barren and empty, dry, dusty plains,
And into the buffered yet rocky mountain terraine.
Untill finally this fair flower and her dear family paused
And settled in Missoula where it praised their sweet cause.
To school went this delicate and rare tiny flower,
Where a destiny slowly began to unfold for her
With her diamond like eyes of cornflower blue,
She continued to blossom, mature, Oh, how she grew!
Finally the day came for her to came her reign.
And her proud father again cried out "Hoorah!"
In her royal blue dress of satin and lace
She flashed her eyes of cornflower blue
And wowed those poor judges right of their shoes.
With her dazzling white pearls she smiled their favor
And blinded them with the beauty of her ravishing curls
The ballots were cast to support the old claim
That Kelly was more lovely than all of the girls.
With little competition those dull ladies faded
And the fair and lovely Kelly was granted her fame
Complete with a title, a sash, and a crown
Miss Western Montana Cowgirl, a queen had been found.
On stallions and mares she entered corrals,
Waving and flaunting those infamous jewels.
To the faithful and jubilent she would shout and grin,
"Hello, Welcome, Let the fun and games begin!"
She escorted the cows, the sheep, and the bulls
Out from the limelight where they had been culled.
She often would dance in the arms of new beaus,
Those courageous young heroes of the day's rodeo.
She has since then retired her sash and her crown
But her diamonds and pearls continue to shine on.
Just gaze at her lovely cornflower blue eyes
And return a smile when she flashes one by.
Now off to a peaceful slumber for you.
I promise sweet dreams of glittering stars
That twinkle and glimmer as gentle clues
Of the fair and lovely queen with cornflower blues.