Curious girl; not born long ago
Tryin' to make best of what she see
She think she stands as tall as that tree
No fear of the world or its size
She learns to step with great pride
Afraid to fall, not at all
She don't have the capacity to recall
Not a bit, she's so small
Language learned some time before
Now words begin to take their form
Sweet little gal's growin' so fast
Childhood never ever lasts.
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