Stumpy Waddlers

Stumpy Waddlers

Oh, the female girls, they're quite the sight,
With arms so weak, they can't even fight.
Their biceps, they're more like noodles, see,
Can't lift a thing, not even a pea!

Their legs, oh so short, like tiny twigs,
They waddle around on these little sprigs.
Running? Oh, they'd rather not try,
They'd prefer to hop, or maybe just lie.

And the gait, oh, what can we say?
It's like watching ducks on a parade day.
Side to side, they bobble and sway,
A dance so unique, it's quite the display!

So here's to the stumpy waddlers, our friends,
With their peculiar ways, the fun never ends.
They might not win races or carry much weight,
But their odd little walk sure makes us elate!

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