This Is a Picnic (Interlude)

I remember once when I was five years old
And she was probably twelve
My sister put some chocolate chip cookies
In a brown paper bag, grabbed this
Blanket (uhm) and she took it out
To the backyard and spread it out

And we sat down and she oppened
The bag, and gave me a cookie
And then she said
RuRu, this is a picnic

And that was the first time I learned
How to use my imagination to turn
Something very basic into something
That was magical