In a room of holy peace,
There sat a girl with golden keys.
Her cheeks were bright,
She was dressed in white.
She sat on a rock,
In her little white frock.
She sang as she plucked her harp,
She sang beautifully, clear and sharp.
She floated swiftly around the room,
Put her harp down and held a broom,
Swishing the brush.
Came a beaming blue light and she was in a rush.
She placed the broom down,
Waving with a little smile.
She left the room,
And said she’d be back in a while!