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Each morning Brianna goes bouncing to class.
She bounds on the playground and springs in the grass.
Her gallop is more of a jump than a jog.
She leaps like a rabbit. She hops like a frog.
Her teachers dislike it, except at P.E.
when Bouncing Brianna can spring like a flea.
She’s always the best at gymnastics, it’s true;
the pole vault, the high jump, and trampoline too.
It’s crazy to watch her on basketball courts,
and yet there’s a reason she’s awesome at sports.
We know why she hurdles and bounces off walls:
For breakfast she always eats hard rubber balls.
— Kenn Nesbitt
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Reading Level: Grade 3
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