Sunday, February 17, 2008
Chillin In the Playpen
Chillin In The Crib
Gap Baby
Mommy's Little Flower
I am your little flower, Mom
Please help me grow and bloom;
Take the weeds, but leave the roots
And give me lots of room.
Mom, you are my gardener;
My sunshine and my rain.
Too much will make me wither
With enough, I'll bloom again.
I am your little flower, Mom
I'm different from the rest;
Do nÕt pick me Mom,
just help me grow
To be my very best.
Written by: Rebecca Armstrong
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