A Whirlwind Force
A little chubnik,
round and sweet,
With golden fruit for his favorite treat.
A Charizard heart in a tiny frame,
With a daredevil spirit no one can tame.
Samuel, the climber,
reaching high,
With sun-kissed hair and a blue-eyed sky.
Just knee-high tall but a whirlwind force,
Busy like Pop on a steady course.
He conquers the slides that touch the sky,
Two stories up where the brave birds fly.
The play place calls with a world of fun,
The perfect spot for a restless run.
Samuel, the climber,
reaching high,
With sun-kissed hair and a blue-eyed sky.
Just knee-high tall but a whirlwind force,
Busy like Pop on a steady course.
In a psychedelic glow and warm lamp light,
He rides the Roomba through the night.
A first-rate cook in a dreamer’s mood,
Captured in pictures and feeling good.
Samuel, the climber,
reaching high,
With sun-kissed hair and a blue-eyed sky.
Just knee-high tall but a whirlwind force,
Busy like Pop on a steady course. (yeah!)
(Samuel, keep climbing high)