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Leaping, bouncing, Swooping, pouncing, Springing, vaulting, Somersaulting; Twisting, turning, Danger spurning; Now rotating And gyrating, Shape distorting And contorting; Always moving, Never still. Curling, bending, Then ascending, Flying, soaring, Risks ignoring; Rolling, tumbling, Never stumbling; So gymnastic, Seems elastic, Running, skipping, Never tripping; Always moving, Never still. Stretching, curving, Topsy-turving, Zooming, diving, Racing, jiving; Sliding, stalking, Rarely walking. Rushing, prancing, Dashing, dancing; Pitter-patting, Acrobatting; Always moving, Never still. I've a notion All this motion, Callisthenics, And athletics, All this hustle, Whirl and bustle, All this flurry, Rush and hurry, Is perspiring, Very tiring, So she 'quick-as-lightning' Stops. No more leaping, Now she's sleeping; Curled up tightly, Quite politely. Head tucked under, Deep in slumber; Sides are heaving, Deeply breathing: "Make no noise, sir; If you rouse her, All her frenzy Starts again.
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