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I love her joyful smile, her hair in curls.
A plump round face with chocolate on her nose,
for she’s her mamas’ chubby little girl.

What better gift for me in all the world,
wrapped in pink with lace and purple bows?
I love her joyful smile, her hair in curls.

Brown stains caress her mouth in one great swirl,
with a drop or two I saw upon her toes.
For she’s her mamas’ chubby little girl.

“I made a cake for you” she says, then whirls
around the room before she strikes a pose.
I love her joyful smile, her hair in curls.

“A cake for me?” I ask the precious pearl,
I touch her sticky face and spotted clothes.
She’ll always be my chubby baby girl.

Hand in hand around the room we twirl,
when we stop, I laugh and pull her close.
I love her joyful smile, her hair in curls.
For she’s her mamas’ chubby little girl.

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