Chiara Sophia comes through the door br Does a cartwheel on the floor br Over and over, upside down br And downside up she turns around, br Another cartwheel and ten cartwheels more. br br Two legs wide, two arms akimbo br Two thick pigtails flying in limbo, br Vitruvian Man in endless traction br Is not a patch on her wheel action br Rolling, turning, spinning tornado. br br 'Why are you doing this? ' I demand. br 'That's a really silly question, Gran, br It's simply because I KNOW I CAN' br And on she rolls like a Catherine Wheel br Hands over head and head over heel.