Little Blond Head

In Honor of Maggie Grace

The sun shines sweet, on Baby’s feet

The wind whips round her head

The blue birds always twit and tweet

And you bring her to bed

Baby likes to hold your hand

Her fingers firmly put

She sinks her toes into the sand

And covers them with soot

Baby likes to dress for tea

And show her pearls and things

She likes the fresh, crisp morning breeze

She loves when Mommy sings

But most of all she loves the sun

Though it stains her skin quite red

She loves the way you play so fun

And kiss her sweet blond head