She Was Born With Enthusiasm

She knitted her happiness into a long yellow brick road The rest of the knitters clicked along beside her Trying to catch up But her enthusiasm had overtaken the garden It oozed down the block and over the hedges of life How does she do it? Some of the other knitters asked Clicking their needles as fast as they could, Trying their best to keep up Her optimism ran over into a stream of yellow gold It is her attitude, the fey whispered They may never catch up She was born with this enthusiasm