You were just learning
How to smile and wiggle
Our garden's newest rose
Still wet with heaven's dew
A ginger fresh from some
Celestial fire when up rose
(Years later they will tell you this)
As if to show you how
Your plucky great grandma
Who never learned to swim
Gliding over the hungry waves
In one of those contraptions
They had back then
But you just rolled over in your cot
As if it was nothing you couldn't top
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