The first year that she was around Little finger in her mouth She seemed a soap bubble machine The second year she carried on Being charming and along came all Her endless fantasies I don't believe in intelligent design But somehow she is divine She became, though a bit shy An entertainer in disguise At three she had her fans to please Then last year she bumped her head Going up the stairs and for one night The star was mummified I don't believe in intelligent design But she surely is divine I can give her some advice Tell her what or not to try But sometimes good intentions can be harsh Forget inspirational speeches Like "if you're eager you can reach it" Manuals will never satisfy You decide The first year that she was around Was a ride but just a start I can't tell her what's ahead But for now I'll watch her back