• My name is Radia Ilma,
    And I died in my sleep.
    You see, things happen to me,
    Because I don't get to be free.
    So I sleep and I sleep,
    Falling and falling into the deep.
    I dreamed and I dreamed,
    Flying with the kites, or so it seemed.
    And as the graceful panters stare,
    The curious children play with me, fair and square.
    But, as I dreamed forever and ever,
    The mischievous fox made his move, so smart and clever.
    Off of a cliff I was falling and falling,
    But no one came as I was calling and calling.
    So from a cliff I had fell.
    I died in my sleep; who could tell?
    My name is Radia Ilma,
    And I died in my sleep.