We're kinda small,
But we can be tall,
And play with the switches
On the walls.
We can run.
Ready. Set. Go.
You'll never catch us,
Don't you know.
We can reach anything
Out of reach.
We ride our bikes on our street.
We sometimes laugh until we ***.
We get our bruises riding scooters.
We're one on our teeter-totter.
We see-saw you.
Brigid and Ophelia, my twin granddaughters.