Look at the turban tied on her head,
Listen to the grand words she has said!
Gently when her eyes open wide,
"I am coming, coming!" she calls with pride.
She grabs her sister's hair in play,
And tears the notebook pages away.
Teasing this one, poking that,
Wandering around like a little cat.
Without a thought of what it might be,
She pops everything in her mouth with glee!
She stands up tall, then down she falls,
Spinning like a top through the halls.
Her cheerful presence brings sweet rest,
Loved dearly by all, the absolute best!
Look at the turban tied on her head,
Listen to the grand words she has said!
