Squeaky's stance did sway, no more dismay,
Once annoyed with Raymond's care, she found a new air.
Conflict with her brother, a twist in their tether,
In paragraph 25, a revelation, like birds of a feather.
"He climbs with grace, hand over hand, a smooth trace,
His running style, a wind-blown smile, teeth on display,
It struck me then, like a running gem, he's got the potential,
Raymond, a runner's essence, truly exceptional."