(Read to the tune of “What Dreams Are Made Of” from The Lizzie McGuire Movie)
Can you even believe what you just saw on that fleet?
Don’t you think it could have just been a tweet?
Then come pet photos and I go
Oh oh oh
Now I never want to switch back
Deep down inside I’m facing the real facts
Hey now
Hey now
This is what fleets are made of
Hey now
Hey now
This is what fleets are made of
I’ve got a dual timeline
I’ve got nothing but “quarantime”
This is what fleets are made of
Do you ever wonder how Instagram works?
You could try forever and never understand all the perks
Now you never have to learn though
No no no
Everything you need is right here
Just trust Twitter and never fear
The fleet panel will never disappear
Hey now
Hey now
This is what fleets are made of
Hey now
Hey now
This is what fleets are made of
I’ve got stories moving faster than I can read
I’ve got pictures of all my friends’ afternoon tea
This is what fleets are made of
Push the circle
This is what fleets are made of
Oh look! There’s a turtle!
This what fleets are made of
Then I see a new Nintendo
And I go
Oh oh oh
Yesterday my life was bleaker
Now I’m a bonafide fleeter
Hey now
Hey now
This is what fleets are made of
Hey now
Hey now
This is what dreams are made of
Elizabeth Bates is a writer from Washington state where she lives with her husband, son, and two Siberian Huskies. Bates is the editor of Dwelling Literary. Her column “Full Send” has been featured at The Daily Drunk. Bates’ writing has appeared or is forthcoming in Versification, Seaborne Magazine, Your Dream Journal, GLITCHWORDS, Second Chance Lit, Poetically Magazine, and elsewhere. Follow her on Twitter at @ElizabethKBates.