There's A Little Girl At Our House

There's a little girl at our house
Who's sweet and pretty too,
Her smile is like a sunbeam,
Her eyes of deepest blue.

The angels picked her out one day
And sent her from above,
A dear little baby angel
For Mother and Daddy to love.

She's always busy, our little girl,
She has so much to do,
So many things to find and see,
The world's so shiny and new.

One minute she'll be near at hand,
And then she's anywhere:
Kitchen, bathroom, living room
Or going up the stair.

Our house has many wondrous spots
To enchant a girl so small,
We know it must be so, because. . .
We've found her in them all.

And when she spies us coming near
She runs into our arms,
A laughing bundle of kisses and hugs
And dimpled girlish charms.

There's a little girl at our house
Who is very, very dear,
And Mother and Daddy bless the day
The angel brought her here.

~Margaret Gould~