The water stepping down a stair,
A little girl at play,
Reveals her silver petticoats
Each step along the way.
She is a merry little stream;
She gurgles happily,
And chatters as she moves along
To-ward the mother sea.
She is a slender little tyke
Who'll grow as she moves on.
And may her pleasant cheerfulness
Stay for the marathon.
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