• Her eyes are greener than the grass at spring,
    And they shine more than a diamond ring.
    They’re full of life,
    And they cut like a knife,
    When her anger runs wild,
    Just like a young child.
    She loves to play rough,
    Even though she’s not tough,
    And tends to pout,
    When she is worn-out,
    After an enjoyable day of play.