Lithesome

I get back up. After I'm done chilling there on the ground, because if I'm down I might as well take a breather, I jump back up with poise and grace. I spring back up. I go on with my day. I bounce back. I conquer. I strut down the sidewalk, full of confidence. That's what happens when you're born in the Year of the Rooster. You're allowed to strut.