watching as she plays,
Is the highlight of the day,
She has no worry,
Does everything in a hurry,
The toys she will cast,
Then run after them really fast,
Climb up on the swing,
In a high voice she will sing,
She tumbles through the air,
Couldn't make it over the chair,
Once again she'll fly,
Giving it another try,
Then she goes up the tree,
Looking to be sure I see,
Crouching like a little bump,
Just before she makes a jump,
Now she lays down to sleep,
I think this cat I'll keep!
An Uncle Charlie Original
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