Pillory-like (Beady Belle)

She roams restlessly about She wears her sweater inside-out She's bewildered and led astray She brought the wrong books for school today Her black umbrella is opened up She hasn't noticed the rain has stopped She talks with people who aren't there She looks through glasses she doesn't wear Like melted chocolate ice Like withered edelweiss She's winged and yet she flies Like a naked clown lacking her disguise She is grateful for the clouceur But the prize is not for her She's laid open to attack When the door locks behind her back As she waves her magic wand there's a whisper of despond She is painfully unaware That the rabbit isn't there