Perch me upon your shoulders,
Show me the sights, up high.
Throw me up in the air,
Let me fall down from the sky.
Guide my feet, upon yours
To a graceful dance for two.
Hand me off, unto my own
Let me see the world anew.
Know this daughter darling
And Her passions true.
It is the world I design:
My back may bend–
Under weight I will intertwine;
Build a base of vine.
As a wind-blown Willow,
You’ll hear me whisper when you chime.
