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She glides 'cross the stage,

With such ease and such grace,

You can see the big smile,

On her rosy face,



She dances around,

On her tippety-toes,

Not making a sound,

As she expertly goes,



She jumps and she leaps,

She spins and twirls,

In her little pink tutu,

She jumps and whirls,



Her eyes: how they sparkle,

With excitement and glee,

Her face is so honest,

That all of us can see,



She's so happy and natural,

It's all like a dream,

She was born on the stage,

Or so it would seem,



We know she will always,

Be that little girl,

And deep in her heart,

She will always twirl.