I was trying to dance here too
But at but three months old
I wasn’t very good at it
Or so, at least, I’m told
I was always the youngest
Of the litter, just a pup;
In spite of decades ever since
Of trying to catch up
My sister and brother would retell me –
Every chance they could:
That my youthfulness was annoying to them
And I was little good
Like many youngest children, though
I learned after a while
That what I lacked in size and age
I could make up
In guile
To share is human:
That’s where I missed out! I didn’t manage the guile…