In her own sweet world Populated by dolls and clowns And a prince and a big purple bearLives my favorite girl, Unaware of the worried frowns That we weary grown ups all wearIn the sun she dances to silent music, Songs that are spun of gold Somewhere in her own little headOne day all too soon She'll grow up and she'll leave her dolls And her prince and her silly old bearWhen she goes they will cry As she whispers "Good-bye." They will miss her I fear But then so will I

Fabulous, just Fabulous 👍👍👍 It was your Birthday on the 17th, dear Cheryl. These belated wishes come to you all the way from Bombay, India. God Bless and Protect You. May You enjoy, abundant success in all that You endeavour. God Bless once again and Stay Healthy.