He's great at playing frisbee,
He's wonderful at tag.
He loves just being cuddly,
And quiet's not his bag.
He's always game for hide and seek,
Or romping, splashing in the creek.
Spending hours ev'ry day,
To laugh and play and romp.
Always getting her own way,
And greets him wih a 'Glomp!'
The thing at which he is the best,
Is keeping secrets never guessed.
Tells him of her wanted dress,
But he won't tell a one.
All her hopes to him confess,
He listens 'til she's done.
She dreams of how it would be cool,
To wear a skirt -- not pants -- to school.