I have seen a splendid place
I took a photo of it
It lit up where the light shone.

I guessed that the bright starlight
Shone aglitter for a point
Here, I will die with some grace.

So sweet were the days at the
Rancho, nestled somewhere in
The sticks where my feather grew.

Yet, if I could talk to the
Missionaries where our faith
In Isis is carried through

I can surmise that we're neat
As a wizard dressed brightly,
In blue and white, with much life.