Inside her robe she holds a secret,
one I'd really love to peek at,
the knowledge of the universe,
codified into her curves.

There are times you get some hints,
and not always on accident,
like on sunny days down at the beach,
bits of info are in reach.

Or in the winter, sweater weather,
you can see the cover but no letters,
you search and study and hope and pray,
that education will be yours someday.

So enjoy the lessons on yoga day,
and the classes while she's at play,
take in all the glimpses that you can,
to one day graduate is the plan.