There it goes prancing around,
Twenty-Two methodically flowing laughter.
Sending in the 1, 2, and 11.
And of course throw in 7.
22 dancing swans,
twinkling on the waves.
You are corrosion-resistant, aren’t you?
Flinging with your strong, lustrous self.
Some say you are silver, but I say yellow as lightning.
Gather in your circle,
make your perfect 10.
I will chortle with you all day.
Rooting in 4, he is a playful character.
Your evenness quite sweet.
Someone tried to catch you once,
that did not seem to work.
I let you fly and swing about,
and grab hold at times.
I see you smile 22,
looking right at me.
After that bounce back out,
and flip your little turns.
Your insight no doubt leads me to some dreams.
Wildly charged you are,
Since you are so practical,
I will not take you lightly.
We have our fun, and play about,
but still we shall accomplish.
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