My Betty Poem by David Smart

My Betty

When my Betty comes out to play
Running along with her happy face,
She seems to brighten the dullest day
Dressed in her ribbons, bows and lace.

When my Betty comes out to play
Though I am sad and about to cry
Her laughter drives my cares away,
She's beautiful as a butterfly.

When my Betty comes out to play
Dancing and prancing and leaping high
With her colourful ribbons fluttering gay
Skipping and tripping - my butterfly.

When my Betty comes out to play
I see her mother at every turn.
I remember her smile on that last day.
She left me with such a lot to learn.

When my Betty comes out to play
My love for her near fills my heart.
Except for the bit that's locked away,
The bit that is her mother's part.