I jump in puddles
and sing Rogers and Hammerstein, oh!
what a beautiful morning!
In a cacophony of water,
I spin and dance, deliriously happy
and boyish with a fluttering
heart that pounds like a Tchaikovsky cannon
announcing, “Here come the French!
Here come the French!”
And over its pounding I laugh
and say, “No.
Today is the greatest!
Today is the greatest,
and tomorrow will be better.”
