Amelia, Amelia Earhart, after her plane was torn apart and bursting through the trees
She remembered picking lemons with William Randolph Hearst
And how a spinning plane propeller turned liquid in the sun
And as the co*kpit burned, her hair filled with sparks
But when the gla** exploded in, everything went dark
She remembered sipping consommé with William Howard Taft
And a boy with perfect skin who smelled like mustard gas
And as the co*kpit burned, she couldn't help but smile
Recalling a dancing bear she'd seen as a child