Baby Sis
Perched upon my lap, a tiny tyke
With chestnut waves and ebony eyes
And a cherub face like that of little Darla from Our Gang;
Biding quietly, she sips on her apple juice,
Bottle hanging heavy in her weary...
With chestnut waves and ebony eyes
And a cherub face like that of little Darla from Our Gang;
Biding quietly, she sips on her apple juice,
Bottle hanging heavy in her weary...