Sunflower

I dance in the wind, glaring at the sun.

And I start to sing.

“Hooray! Yipee! It’s all about me, me, me! Who’s that sunflower that you see? 

The tides, the grass, the sky, the sun!

Let's have some fun!” 

You can believe I take cheerleading classes.

That’s how I feel in the day, but in the night, oh no way! It’s horrid! It’s gruesome! And it’s time for bed.