O good people, young and old,
Cast thy ears to this greet told!
Beg I strongly thine attention
For this praise a-to-be mentioned.

Not of duty, nor for fame
Am I hailing this here name,
But of deep appreciation
Took I this initiation.

First of all this script'd commence
Viewing her through scattered lens:
There's a girl at age of twenty,
Blessed by God with virtues plenty.

Habits she upon a mount,
Liveth she there the life of Count.
As by her own she be at times,
Herself supports (but seldom dines).

As we progress in the tale
Expose I one more detail:
Be our subject a child of faith.
Always has been, back to her nate.

Hence her modesty she keeps,
Innocent as babies sleep.
But mistake not as for her wit -
She's just as shrewd as to be writ'!

Quick to learn and to imply
Complex matters on-the-fly.
So as senior class supports-maid
Cometh she to a-bunch-of-fools' aid.

Reckless boys whose minds astray
Needed her, and thus she may
Order flows at logic manner.
Soft she was, they would not ban her.

But alas, the task did fail
(As it progressed like a snail).
Cry thee not for effort wasted,
Turbulences many faced at.

Credit she indeed proclaimed,
Stood assertive, without shame
And just complements was granted -
"Work well done! (If not so Gantted...)".

Other gifts our gal pursues
(She who does not fancy shoes) -
Ever so excelled a drawer
Keeps her sketches in a drawer.

And though she might disagree,
Her voice ranks to a degree
'F pleasant rapture such as song birds,
Cute and tender so to be heard.

Ever smiling, full of grace,
Acting she at noble pace.
We're all honored her acquaintance.
If not art thou, gather patience!

Our dove is changed for school of math.
Enjoy her did we, sure she hath.
Yet parts she now (if not, tomorrow)
To say goodbye - such sweet a sorrow!