Little girls are precious gifts like birds and brooks and streams...Their hair is tied up with ribbons and bows...Their hearts are tied up with dreams...
She is our princess we must confess,
she laughs and plays and makes a mess.
She giggles a lot and tickles us pink,
she can get into trouble in a single blink.
She runs and sings and twirls around,
but when she gets mad she stomps the ground.
She is our princess we have confessed,
good and bad we know we’re blessed.