Today our baby is being very naughty,
Troubling her sirs and ma’ams as if her duty,

And she has that mischievous glint in her eye,
Perched on her face a smile that’s sly,

She threw down the tray that rests on her lap,
Slid off the chair as if it were a feather in her cap,

But I just couldn’t be annoyed with her,
One look at her imploring face and the anger began to blur…