Just a shell of a thing, with hardly a spark for a soul.
My heart is a humming bird. I'm a full moon.
I constantly have feathers in my hair.
I don't like doctors. They give little girls horrid medicine, then cut out their appendix, and change their papas a thousand dollars.
I run through woods barefoot, and get trapped by vines with thorns.
I trip and fall daily. Get up. Try again. Fall better next time.