She is such a cute little thing,
But what to do,she keeps quarelling.
She is the apple of my eyes,
Her boistrous nature is my diet's spice.
When on a cloudy day,my spirits are low,
Like the sun peeping through,she brings a glow.
When she is there,nothing else will matter,
As she fills the place with a bubbly chatter.
But when she is gone for a few days,
Everything is dull and I sit with a sad face.
Whom do you think I am talking about dear?
She is my lovely,lovely daughter!