I saw a girl who was spinning and spinning,
While she did this, she was grinning.
I asked her why she did spinnify.
She said “The world is spinning, why shouldn’t I?”
A week from that I saw her flying,
From up above, she saw me spying.
I asked her why she’s high in the sky,
She said “The birds are flying, why shouldn’t I?
One summer night I saw her dancing,
Just like always I did some advancing.
I asked her if she wanted to fry,
She said “The notes are dancing, why shouldn’t I?”
The very next day I saw her swaying,
She did this wholly with an air of playing.
I asked her if she had something in her eye,
She said “The trees are swaying, why shouldn’t I?
When fall came I saw her existing,
As I tend to, I kept insisting:
I asked her the reason why,
She said “Everything just is, why shouldn’t I?”
When winter came I saw her no more,
She wasn’t there to ask questions, or,
Try to be clever and doubtlessly fail,
I’ve never heard the end of her tale.