On silent feet, she creeps.
Sometimes, she sleeps.
Sometimes, a curl. Sometimes, a twirl.
You can watch her turn. You can watch her yearn.
For more space, she yearns.
On her face delight, as more things she learns.
She runs all about. I don't know what it's about.
She loves to eat. She loves a treat.
Sometimes, a leap.
On black and brown feet she walks.
You can hear her talk.
By day or by night, an awesome sight.
Truly, a delight.