The Little Mermaid
Once upon a time, a baby girl was born.
Her curls were free and her eyes could smile.
A voice, so sweet, her being did adorn,
but without her legs, her life was full of trials.
Unlike her sisters, she chose a different path,
rather than submit to her parents' will.
She longed for something new and chose to act.
Like a huntress, she went in for the kill.
But this is where the story breaks away:
instead of changing herself to acquire love,
this girl loved herself, saving her own day.
Without legs, she climbed to her goal above.
She trained as hard as she could; she was picked.
Without legs, she swam for gold in the Special Olympics.
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