Yes, there was a pretty Ice Skater in her short dress,
Her skates on the floor next to the bed.
Her mouth was cold, of course.
The phone rang. It was a Spy, he said.
He told me to take the Ice Skater outside,
To look straight up.
Now the Skater was a Cinema Star.
I stood beside a movie camera.
Someone shouted, "Action!"
A pretty Policewoman was at my side.
She whispered close to my ear, "We love you."
My life in Supertown.