Brush, Brush, Briella

Briella wakes before the bell,

Brush in hand, she knows it well.

One smooth stroke, then one more through,

Checking every strand in view.

Books are stacked beside her chair,

Perfect notes and polished hair.

She walks to school with steady pace,

A bright gold smile upon her face.

Every question, every test,

She brings her careful, clever best.

But when the final class is through,

There’s one more dream she’s chasing too.

Brush, brush, Briella, brush,

Make those shining locks go flush.

Smart in class and quick on court,

Dreaming of a love-and-law report.

Brush, brush, Briella, brush,

Badminton with a speedy rush.

One day she’ll argue, bold and true—

And find a boyfriend who can keep up too.

In the gym, the shuttle flies,

Briella tracks it with sharp eyes.

Left, right, jump, and strike it clean,

Fastest feet the team has seen.

Then she’s back with books in tow,

Top grades everywhere they go.

She highlights every case and clue,

Learning what a lawyer’s meant to do.

She wants a courtroom, files in line,

A confident voice and a brilliant mind.

Still, at lunch she looks around,

Hoping someone special might be found.

Brush, brush, Briella, brush,

Make those shining locks go flush.

Smart in class and quick on court,

Dreaming of a love-and-law report.

Brush, brush, Briella, brush,

Badminton with a speedy rush.

One day she’ll argue, bold and true—

And find a boyfriend who can keep up too.

Maybe he’ll bring her an extra pen,

Cheer from the bleachers now and then.

Maybe he’ll say, “Your serve was great,”

And wait while she fixes every strand in place.

She’s got a future she can see:

A courtroom desk and victory.

With every stroke and every win,

Briella’s ready to begin.

Brush, brush, Briella, brush,

Make those shining locks go flush.

Smart in class and quick on court,

Dreaming of a love-and-law report.

Brush, brush, Briella, brush,

Badminton with a speedy rush.

One day she’ll argue, bold and true—

And find a boyfriend who can keep up too.