Her voice is fast and agile, but
Her manners soft and slow;
She’s stronger than a river’s rush,
But yielding, even so —
Her heart belongs to every dog
And child in the land;
But if you think her wobbly, she
Will drop you where you stand
I’ve watched her grow from just a girl,
But no analysis
Has helped me know the first dang thing
Of why she’s how
She is
To share is human:
