You see her here, you see her there.
Rushing, rushing, everywhere.
Small charcoal car, it's over here, it's over there.

Walking, driving, on a plane,
In the air, or on the ground,
She keeps moving around at will. 
I wonder if one day she'll settle down and stay still.

To me our Jayne is a beautiful little bird,
Flitting from tree to tree, feeling free.
But she has her own little nest,
Which she treasures best.

by Lindsay Reid (Dad)

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