They Said

They said I was an airhead, that I was a bit insane.

I’d like to think, instead, I have a pinwheel for a brain.

And when the whistling wind seeks out my ears beneath my curls,

My brain spins all its colors as it swirls and twirls and squirrels.

They said I was bananas, that I was a little nutty.

I said, “Well, that’s a recipe for perfect muffins, buddy!

And while we’re in the kitchen, while we wait for them to bake,

You’ll see I’m sly as pumpkin pie, as cracked as crazy-cake!”

They said my mind’s in orbit, that I’m such a space cadet.

And in reply I tried to fly, then sighed and said “Not yet…”

But someday I will dance on stars and then, for what it’s worth,

I’ll send a postcard back from Mars to little them on Earth.

They said I’m strange, they said I’m odd, a windmill-tilting knight.

They said I’m weird and so bizarre—I’m proud to say they’re right!