“No I don’t want that one
I want the red one
Not the green one
Please mama the red one for me.”
I heard a voice as sweet
As a nightingale
And turned to see
The tiny miss nagging.
How sweet is their world.
They live in true bliss
Mama and papa are there
To pamper little miss.
To doll her up and play
To make each and every day
Her laughter and baby talks
Are music to their ear.
A cute world for a princess
Full of love and pure bliss
That’s how it should be
For every little miss.
wild wind blows free
13 years ago
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