My little girl went off to play
One bright and sunny, summer day,
With beaming smile and dancing eyes,
She was planning her surprise.
I watched her as she skipped along
And sang herself a little song.
Then later on, she came back in,
Her face aglow with impish grin.
She hid her hands with utmost care.
I asked her what she's hiding there.
She turned around so I could see
The flowers she'd picked, just for me.
Trinka Powers - copr. 1989