Himani a Helping Hand

Wearing a beautiful girdle Treating digging a hill a doddle And still see, remains fettle; Eats grapes or pineapple, Of keeping records capable. Her work unexplainable; Devotion makes a castle Removes all sort of cattle And forms school’s title. All for her is easily possible; But doesn’t care boodle. Carry her things in duffle Needs things very little. With her I never chuckle; Supported me in my brittle. We never saw her baffle Always she created a circle Of good friends with chortle. Smile always like a gaggle, Let enemies on you giggle.