You’re the end of the rainbow, our pot of gold.
You're daddy's little gurls, to have and hold.
Our precious gems is what you two are;
You're mummie's bright and shining stars.
You’re the spirit of Christmas, the star on our tree.
You’re the Easter Bunny to Mummie and me.
You’re sugar, you're spice, and you're everything nice
And You’re Daddy’s Little Gurls.
You’re treasures we cherish, all sparkling and bright.
You were touched by Holy and beautiful light;
Like the angels who sing, a heavenly thing;
And you’re Daddy’s Little Gurls.
You're daddy's little gurls, to have and hold.
Our precious gems is what you two are;
You're mummie's bright and shining stars.
You’re the spirit of Christmas, the star on our tree.
You’re the Easter Bunny to Mummie and me.
You’re sugar, you're spice, and you're everything nice
And You’re Daddy’s Little Gurls.
You’re treasures we cherish, all sparkling and bright.
You were touched by Holy and beautiful light;
Like the angels who sing, a heavenly thing;
And you’re Daddy’s Little Gurls.
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