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I'll start my Tale from the beginning
From where all stories should be told
It was at the birth of my baby girl
When they placed her in my arms to hold
So as I sat there smiling proud
Looking at that cute little button nose
My wife was busy counting
Ten little fingers and ten tiny toes
Well the days they passed so quickly
She was sitting-up and soon she would walk
And having an older sister and brother
It was amazing how well she could Talk!
But I knew I'd have my hands full
By the time that she turned two
My little girl had turned Tom-Boy
It became apparent the more she grew
At 3 years she was at a party
The bigger kids jumpin' on the bed
She knew she could jump the highest
She flew off; 5 stitches in her head
She'd collect rocks and sticks and bugs and snails
We went fishin', worms didn't bother her at all
One night she jumped into the bath tub
4 stitches, when she split her chin on the wall
Through the climbing trees and skinned up knees
To me it seemed "Band-Aid's" were her best friend
And though she was teased, proudly she'd say;
" I'm gonna be a Tom-Boy 'till the end!"
When I'd get home at night from work
Just from the look on her face I knew
And with that cold stare from my wife, I'd say;
"OH NO, now what did she do!"
I guess it was the night of her 8th grade dance
Strange the house was silent, I kept wondering why
Then like a cocoon, her bedroom door now opened,
And out emerged, "My Precious Little Butter-Fly"
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