Her small soles touch silver steel floorings, her hands waving in a frantic manner, diamond blue orbs widening, with the shock clear and true onto her gentle facial expression.
“No no no no ! ! ! You got the baby shark song all wrong ! ! !” She desires to puff up her cheeks, and throw on a pout, but who else be parenting these twenty-four marines ?! That’s right ! It’s up to miss beauty to do that !
Her hand moves, signaling her sweet lyre to full suit. Fingers already in postion.
“Let’s try this again once more !”
Digits strums along those strings.
“ ♪ Baby shark, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo.
Baby shark, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo.
Baby shark, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo.