Dorothy Slate

Life's only grey when you're Dorothy Slate.
Or so the kids say kicking pebbles
As they push past her door.

You never come out when the moon says it's late
Or you don't when you're Dorothy Slate.
And her mice riot on the floor.

Rum-pum-pumming to tunes in the dark,
Dorothy Slate blends orange with blue,
In a house she calls her world.