You’re a sweet one, Libby Mae.
You really are a prize.
You’re as cuddly as a lovey,
You’re as charming as an rose,
Libby Mae.
You’re a ripe tomato with plumpy red fruit.
You’re a beauty, Libby Mae.
Your heart’s so innocent.
Your brain is full of unsaid thoughts,
You’ve got smiles in your soul, Libby Mae.
I would hold you every hour,
Three hundred sixty-five days a year.
You’re a smart one, Libby Mae.
You have laughter in your smile.
You have all the tender goodness of a new born poddle dog,
Libby Mae.
Given the choice between the two of you,
I’d take the lovely Libby Mae.
You’re a cute one, Libby Mae.
You’re a fancy, dancey blonde
Your heart is full of spawkaley jewels,
Your soul is full of joy,
Libby Mae.
The three words that best describe you,
Are as follows, and I quote,
“Star!
Starred!
Starry!”
You’re a toddler Libby Mae.
You’re the queen of fashion shoes,
Your heart swims like fishes with flashy purple stripes.
Libby Mae!
Your soul is an overflowing fountain
Flooded with the most precious
Combination of personality and wit imaginable,
Wrapped up as pleasant Christmas gifts.
You excite me, Libby Mae.
Your purpose is secure.
You’re a funny bunny runny and
You run a runners gait
Libby Mae!
You’re a three flavor sundae,
And frozen yogurt
With pineapple sauce!
