You’re two years old,
You’re all done with one,
You’re bright and bold
Like the moon and the sun.
You’re terrible two
And wonderful, too,
Sweet as sugar glue,
And I am stuck on you.
You started out in Mommy’s belly,
A tiny little girl were you.
Mommy ate lots of peanut butter and jelly
And you grew and grew and grew.
Then one night we got the sign
So we drove down to Sacred Heart.
At 4:57 on November 29,
You landed in our apple cart.
At first we started counting up from zero
The weeks and months that passed
And all the while you were our hero
For spitting up and moving on fast.
You liked the butterflies that danced above
And any dog you could see.
You liked the songs we made out of
Things like poop and pee.
At the age of one you started to walk
And then you started to run.
With a Nanno and Dat you started to talk
About things you thought were fun.
With Mommy and Daddy and Grandma and Grandpa
And Mimi and everyone
You turned on the charm and fixed it with a saw
That cut through the clouds to the sun.
You’re two years old,
You’re all done with one,
You’re bright and bold
Like the moon and the sun.
You’re terrible two
And wonderful, too,
Sweet as sugar glue,
And I am stuck on you.
Very nice! What’s that spooky little chord after the chorus? (I think you play it twice)
Happy Birthday to the wee one!
Thanks Brian. The chord was my attempt at a little bit of circus theme. It’s a G-something, I think.
Cool– real cool.