Well here I am, planning again
Trying something then next is complain
I would rather take my puffy eyes to close
And try to smell the food with two nose
Than to take my two feet to rose
Cause the first step is hard
The courage to take is difficult to ride
And anywhere I wouldn't be delighted
To see those things I do, half baked
So please little toes
Move your joints and take the step
Work and do until the fruit turns rip