“When I’m with her I’m confused,
Out of focus and bemused,
And I never know exactly where I am.
Unpredictable as weather, she’s as flighty as a feather
She’s a darling, she’s a demon, she’s a lamb.
She’ll out pester any pest, drive a hornet from its nest
She could throw a whirling dervish out of whirl.
She is gentle, she is wild, she’s a riddle, she’s a child.
She’s a headache, she’s an angel, she’s a girl.”
-“Maria (The Nuns),” The Sound of Music
It is often difficult for me to like Dokidoki! Precure.