bumbling ballerina
whose grace is left to chance
she’ll stub a toe as soon as go
but, oh, to see her dance
fire in her footstep
fierce passion in her eyes
she wields her dress with such finesse
you'll clamor for reprise
off the stage she's pleasant
both rascal and refined
more goof than grace, many a place
but always sweet and kind
brimming sanguine fluid
which drains to just half-full
in times of trial she maintains style
and seldom loses cool
a girl others envy
who seems to have it all
shows humbleness, ‘spite all success
has reason to walk tall
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