Your face is like the sunshine,
Your hair like silken gold,
Your eyes just twinkle with delight,
Such a chirpy six year old,
Your cheeks are like soft peaches,
With a touch of palest rose
And there's an impish little tilt
To the contour of your nose,
Every single little dimple
And expression's dear to me,
I always find such pleasure
When your happy face I see,
But alas, you're just a picture,
That from my chair I plainly see,
But it's like a loving tonic,
When your dear face smiles at me.