Country maid, checking your look in my window’s reflection

When we greet you won’t offer your worker’s hand

Just a forearm strong as a leopard’s

An armor of learned submissions

Protects a fearless soul – no problem you can’t fix

Nothing you can’t do. Watch my lips.

People shake their heads, Primary 5 only

Shyness is a bigger roadblock

But here you come with your notebook

Giggle at your handwriting, but you remember

Giggles in the night

Play with the boy but don’t let him stop you

Patient prodding, watch my lips, repeat after me

You would practice for hours

What’s possible, more than this?

If you’re happy and you know it, clap your hands.

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