In this dusty city , there was once a girl
she loved off reading books and eating ice cream swirls
along the passage, she walks up and down
punctually everyday in her pink gown
she loves music and had it always in her ear
no matter how much you called for her , she can never hear
she paces up and down like a bowler ready to bowl his wicket
speeding so fast if cops were there she’d have gotten a ticket
oh the tails of The Dusty ole City
What a delicately drawn observation of this young girl in the dusty city. I feel you may have many more tales to share of this place!