Miss queen, little girl, where are you shoes?
"How should I know?" with her heavenly blues.
Big girl, big britches, stop right there,
you have mud on your feet and mud in your hair.
"I'm not taking a bath!" She stomps up the stairs,
"I'm not that dirty, who cares?!"
Miss sunshine,Miss attitude, I didnt ask,
go to the tub and peel off that mask!
"I can't," she loves to whine loud,
oh, this baby girl loves to frown.
Arms crossed, eyes of fire,
"I am not taking a bath" oh, I dont admire.
"She's not my friend," She says to a father,
"She's annoying, can't stand to have her!"
I shake my finger with a wave of "don't",
now apologize, but she says "Won't."
Big lacy dress, yellow and bold,
I laugh because she thinks she's old.
And when the ribbon falls from her head,
I look up and see her face is all red.
Red from her attitude as she pushes down her brother,
mud all over that dress, stains all over.
"Again?" I scream with a towel,
"I hate him!" she howls.
Oh mIss sunshine, you light my day,
keep me on my toes in your own little way.