Part of me is wondering if Hazel will just decide to start living in the walls and sneaking into the library, maybe swinging by her friends every once in a while.
We don't talk about Hazel, no, no, no!
We don't talk about Hazel... but
It was my sorting day
It was our sorting day
We were getting ready, and there wasn't a cloud in the hall
No clouds allowed in the hall
Hazel walks in with a mischievous grin-
Thunder!
You telling this story, or am I?
I'm sorry, mi vida, go on
Hazel writes "
It looks like rain"
Why did she tell us?
In doing so, she floods my brain
Abuela, get the umbrellas
Sorted in a hurricane
What a joyous day... but anyway
We don't talk about Hazel, no, no, no!
We don't talk about Hazel!
Hey! Grew to live in fear of Hazel scribbling or stumbling
I could always hear her sort of shuffling and making
I associate her with the sight of burning words, ch-ch-ch
It's a heavy lift, with a gift so humbling
Always left Pomona and the house fumbling
Grappling with handicaps they couldn't understand
Do you understand?
A four-foot frame
Bird atop her back
When she writes your name
It all fades to black
Yeah, she reads your dreams
And feasts on your screams (hey!)
We don't talk about Hazel, no, no, no! (We don't talk about Hazel, no, no, no!)
We don't talk about Hazel (we don't talk about Hazel!)
She told me my toad would go
The next day: Fled! (No, no!)
She told me I'd grow a wart !
And just like she said... (no, no!)
She said that all my hats would disappear, now look at my head (no, no! Hey!)
Your fate is sealed when your prophecy is read!
With thanks to Encanto