Twirling, whirling, around and around
The little princess spins.
Short arms high, a graceful dip,
The spell is cast,
The eyes are fixed.

What beauty breathes life
Like a two-year-old girl?
No medicine heals
Like a smile from her.
The spell is cast,
The heart is fixed –

The little princess spins.

– For Rebekah Grace, from Dad