I’m not a rocket scientist

No stunning child prodigy

I won’t invent the next big thing

That life’s just not for me

 

I trip when I walk

And I sing out of tune

I won’t be found on Broadway

At least not anytime soon

 

Sometimes my emotions run rampant

Sometimes I show none at all

My posture could use some work

But occasionally I stand tall

 

I bite my nails

And I stare into the sun

I do what others tell me not to

Otherwise, I’d have no fun

 

I fall in the mud and dance in the rain

My clothes are never spotless

The list of my flaws goes on forever

And that’s what makes me flawless.