She is pitter-patter palms that lift the corners of my mouth up,
She is a wiggly-butt who elevates my cheeks,
She is a bubbly Sweet Pea cruiser, heading out across the blue pearl floor,
She is an angel, when she laughs, coos, cries, and speaks;
She is sparkling intuition, tuning in to what is going on,
She is little arms and hands that lift me up,
She is my authorized attendant, to the wildly swinging cupboard doors,
She is grunting hard and banging with a cup;
She is ice cream kisses, lemon twists, jasmine rice, and warm spaghetti,
She is well behaved for-Ever in a chair,
She is in my arms, and squeezing on my chin with little fingers,
She is climbing up my chest with fists of hair;
She is crawling on a trampoline, standing up in baby triumph,
She is playing with her sister, giggling hard,
She is Mini Mouse with ruffles, kittens dancing, puppies running ‘round,
She is precious, and can dazzle you off guard;
She is pitter-patter palms that lift the corners of my mouth up,
She is a wiggly-butt who elevates my cheeks,
She is a bubbly Sweet Pea cruiser, heading out across the blue pearl floor,
She is an angel, when she laughs, coos, cries, and speaks;
She is an angel, when she laughs, coos, cries, and speaks.
