Once every now and then there's a very special girl,
She doesn't spin, sing, dance or twirl.
She's one of a kind,
A unique chick,
She rides around on a pogo stick.

Like you and me she isn't always so cheery,
What makes her so special is her unique theory:

For every bounce down,
For every frown,
For every hurt,
When you hit the dirt,
You bounce back high,
You reach the sky.

And this very special girl we can call a friend,
But like all good things,
There comes an end...