I have a friend named Steve
Who sits upon my sill.
He likes to dance when no one looks
But when in sight he's still.

He has a bright a smiley face
That I drew on with a pen.
To make him look a bit happier
Than he did way back then.

Steve can't move from his stand
But I know he likes to see.
So I put him on my window sill
So in his mind he can be free.