The legend goes that she was spectacular
That she could catch any flyball pop-up foul ball splitter there was
That she could count to at least twenty in fifty different languages,
Not to mention being fluent in fifteen
She could recite to you the periodic table forwards upwards downwards sideways
The legend had it that she had short straight black hair
And eye of a an emerald fire that were sometimes hurricanes and sometimes bluebirds
She could whistle any song you named and sing it perfectly in key.
But the one thing could never do was learn to love someone right.