Just yesterday
I met a little lady
Well to be honest
She was a little baby
Tiny fingers and
Tiny toes
Lots of hair
And a button nose
A few days ago
She was brought about
A little princess
Without a doubt
Saabierah - Patient and Tolerant
She was named
Pretty as a picture
She should be framed
Not ylonget a week old
She already has a song
How will her life unfold?
Like something from a Sing-a-long
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