She bops her own way.
As a really cute dolly would do anyway.
She doesn’t fit the trend and bops away.
She likes black and white, they are probably afraid.
But she is just a really cute dolly that is like cute.
Bouncing along she goes with a tune.
And her heart is well, she must really like you.
So you give her your hand and she bops
under the moon.
She clings to your heart.
She really wants to mark up your face.
With a candy kiss to start.
The two bounce along with bouncing hearts.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem