The happy girl,
Bounces up and down.
The word is a blue ball.
The world is a red balloon.
The happy girl clowns around.
The world is a stage,
And the happy happy girl is a clown.
Happy girl has scars,
Old and new.
When she fell of her little clown bike,
When someone pulled her little clown nose.
But she doesn’t seem to mind.
And she bounces up and down.
Wearing her heart on her sleeve.
Picking herself up every time.
Saying, “That dint hurt”.
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