Meet Eliza, my 5 year old neice who has wild, red curls and a personality to suit. She is THE cutest little dot with a mind of her own. This is Eliza and her big brother Ryan.
ELIZA WAS A SWEETHEART
Eliza was a sweetheart, the cutest little dot
But when mummy said “Eliza would” – Eliza said “would not”
Eliza was a gorgeous child; she’d brighten up your day
But when mummy said “Eliza will”, Eliza said “no way”
Eliza was adorable; she had a lovely smile,
When mummy said to “go to bed”, she’d say “yes in a while”.
Eliza had a gorgeous laugh; she loved to have some fun
But when it came to packing up, Eliza loved to run.
Eliza had a gorgeous head of ticklish, curly hair
But mummy couldn’t brush it – and it strayed just everywhere
Eliza stayed with grandma – the apple of her eye
But grandma flopped into a chair when Liza said goodbye
Eliza loved a shopping trip – the toy stores were the best
But mummy always came back home, looking like a wreck.
Then one day something happened. Eliza she turned 3
She brushed her hair, and cleaned her room, sat still on mummy’s knee
She walked beside her grandma, held hands nice and tight
Let mummy brush her ticklish hair, without the noisy fight
She went to bed when mummy said; she packed up all her toys
Went shopping to the toy shops, with hardly any noise
She still loved being silly, running crazy like a kid
But mostly now when mummy said to slow down, Liza did.
Eliza is a sweetheart, the cutest little dot
She still gets into trouble but mostly she does not.
Marg Murnane