May
Who is it?
They all ask, glaring amazed
it is her, she's one of a kind.
She shines like a dime,
but worth way more than any ole slim
Dignity on 1000
you could never shoot her down.
With the mind set of "who gone check me"
you would think she had a big head.
But thats not at all true.
She's one of a kind.
With her actions, louder than her words
theres nothing she cant overcome.
She believes being ambitious
is the key to happiness and glee.
She's one of a kind.
With moves like the sea
and made for spring,
she's bright with darkness in between.
But you wouldnt know, joy is what you see.
She's one of a kind.
So, who is it?
It is May,
who daze about the day
she will become crowned
Queen May.
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