Little Worthling, now fourteen
Still you do not suck.
It’s so fun to watch you grow
While wishing you such luck.
Jousting with the big kids here;
Occasionally it’s clear
Your lack of life experience
Reveals your tender year.
Character and talent
Are assets you possess.
Learning how to hone them,
We watch as you progress.
Gallantly you enter,
Often stars, you win.
I envy your tenacity,
Where do I begin?
Everyone adores you
As far as I can see.
You’re under everybody’s wing
While also flying free.