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So Many Girls are Daddy´s Girl. !!
Daddy´s girl, I was for sure.
I´d run when hearing key in door,
He´d scoop me up with just one arm,
I felt I could come to no harm.
We´d walk towards my mummy.
Her turn now to receive his kiss,
He´d place me on the floor,
I´d still be staring up, in bliss.
At those times I felt only love,
like fairy dust falling from above,
filling the room of our happy home.
Happy , to me ´cos daddy was home.
I thought ONLY I was daddy´s girl,
He loved my auburn hair in ringlets,
He´d call me funny names,
and with mummy we´d play games.
He teased me that I had a nose
resembling a pickled onion.
I soon could see he´d made a ryhme.
and really quite a funny one.....
´´ Veronica is a funny one,
Got a nose like a pickled onion,
Got a face like a squashed tomato,
And feet like flat fish.¨´´´
Then the tickling would begin,
For in the verse there was no sin,
No insult meant, How could there be?
When ´Daddy´s girl I was, you see.