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06.09.2021

My daughter she climbs

To the tops of the trees

She is fearless and ready

To hold what she sees

She’s a builder by trade

And a queen by her carriage

Though she says she’ll skip princess

With no help from marriage

She is catching up birds

To return to the air

They are cardinals and robins

She handles with care

They are catch-throats and criminals

Crumbs from the ground

Yet she catches them up

With no ungracious sound