She

By Carmel Therese P. Borromeo

She was born on the month of July,

And was the same size of the half harm.
Her father ran as fast as the fly,
And hugged his beautiful butterfly
And as he dances and sings so calm.

She grew with so much spectacular,

And can run as fast as the rabbit.
Despite the long roads she travelled far,
She has never took the fastest car,
Cause she knows that its a good habit.