Pretty Blue Barrettes

Pretty blue barrettes in the little sweetie’s hair,
Little plastic airplanes a-flying through the air.
Keep the braids away from her pretty little face,
Let her happy grin show and brighten up the place.

When she’s smiling sweetly, she squinches up her eyes.
Opens up her mouth, almost twice its normal size.
Shows her baby teeth off in rows of pearly white.
When she’s really glad, how she squeals in her delight.

Running ‘round the house on her little baby feet,
Makes me wonder, how can a person be so sweet?
She’s my youngest granddaughter, apple of my eye,
Ev’ry day, my love soars up, higher than the sky.