Rise and shine little blossoms
Turn your faces up to the sun
To god
And smile with white white teeth
As he chucks you gently on the chin

I�ll stumble and tumble as best I can
With my limited grace
Like a goat in ballet slippers
Trying my best to arabesque on four flat feet

Greeting you all each day
With all of your growth before you
So small With a little bullshit you�ll be big and strong

But not me,
I'm all finished.