“You wanted to see the Sky Garden, didn’t you?”

“Yes, but—of all days, why today? It’s super dry!” Clarissa walked beside her father hand-in-hand down Fenchurch Street toward London’s towering building that housed the supposed garden.

Chorus

Oh tulip tornado

Your kisses grenade-o

You’re like a volcano

My tulip tornado

Once upon a time there was a castle.

Glorious and majestic.

It filled its rooms steadily with princesses

who would never consider themselves lonely,

for they were waiting for love.