She's the tamer of ants
the killer of mice
Water creeps down my blinds

Voice and instrument of choice?
She longs to be a cello
making your heart yearn
And she will be a pianist
pulling moss from the trunks
of our bodies
in healing remedies
learned from her father

She claims our dad's would get along
to which I agree.
Pop will take him drift boating
Pop will fish
Dad will take turns
rowing.