Your little baby's here at last,
And your hearts all awhirl,
As you thank God above for sending
You a little girl.

She'll wrap you around her little finger,
With her innocent little eyes
And you'll want to give her
All that she desires.

And as you cradle her sweet head
And hold her in your arms,
You are holding a piece of Heaven,
Who will thrill you with her charms.

For little girls have a special way
Of looking up at you
And thanking you and loving you,
For all the things you do.