A blue entry into the world cannot stop the little fire sign.
From the moment she is wrapped and warm, red becomes her glow
From her newborn breath, a whisper captures her father hypnotic
He is hers. His fire for her is instant as he protects and her little spark ignites.
throughout his life and hers. Red ringlets bounce and dimples shine to top off
a gifted scientific mind. She creates inspires and is a colorful complex work of art.
Her song is a bee-bop, her step is a bunny skipping to the beat of a humming bird
and when she dances, she is full of grace tiptoe on the moon as all the world looks on
She spins, and we all become dizzy. She laughs and commands our hearts to grin
There is a fire-haired girl at the center of the galaxy where the sun used to be
Don’t tell her she’s the one lighting our world
Though I suspect from that spot on her Daddy’s shoulder’s, she already sees.