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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem