Her childhood was a cake-walking daydream,
full of lazy, summertime days and peaceful, riverboat nights,
as she imagined friends like Potato Head and King Porter.
She strutted with barbecue in the fiery French Quarter
and sugarfoot stomped through the streets of Chicago,
smiling away her puppy-love blues in the West End.
In her youth, she took the A-train to Harlem,
beneath the bustling lights of vibrant Manhattan.
She was a black beauty shining with sophistication
as she spun through the swinging Savoy,
joyfully letting a song go out of her heart.