There once was a white owl, full of dreams,
Who longed to become a phoenix, it seems,
To fly to the Zappanale, and be free,
To die of music, happily.

The Mistery Stage called to her soul,
As she perched on the Main Stage, all alone,
Watching the Rennbahn, where the music played,
And the Exhibition, where the Molli swayed.

The Bands played on, at the Warm Up show,
As the owl watched, with a longing to go,
To join in the fun, and spread her wings,
And let the music of the Zappanale sing.

But alas, she remained, a mere spectator,
As the Statue stood tall, a silent creator,
Of memories, that would never fade,
As the white owl dreamed of the phoenix's jade.

So if you ever see a white owl,
Dreaming of the Zappanale, don't scowl,
For she is simply chasing her dreams,
And may one day fly, with the phoenix's gleams.