We Are the Cheerleaders

We are prancing in place with a joy that is catching. Our pony tails are flying; we are dancing and batching. We are the cheerleaders, so pretty, persnickety with perk None of us will end up with an ickety loser or jerk. We are the cheerleaders, let us kick high and mighty. Our hair is fly away beautiful, and we are all flighty. We clap in rhythm, each thrilled to be one of the team. We prance, dance, flip and twirl, never running out of steam.