What a glorious face I have found in this place.

Sip tea on your patio, you sit in the sun, if I do that I'm done and I stay in the shade. I'll help you and you'll feed me, I say the wrong thing and you forgive, I work and you watch. What must you think of me? I'm tall and pale and a wimp sometimes. I don't want you to think I'm girly or ineffectual or chubby. Maybe you do.