Melting Stars

By Blacksburg

Winged flying monkeys, you launched in fierce delight

Messed with Kansas farm boys, and gave them such a fright

Ah, Marg’ret Hamilton, your acting had grown lax

For Dor’thy flung the water, and melted you like wax

Did garlands fall or did we drop?

A string between, meant to hold

We are tied together, all

Bunting stars, what do we owe each other?

Now, then?