Happy Birthday Dada

Constantly amazed by the blades of the fan on the ceiling

The clever little glances she gives me can't help but be appealing

She loves to ride with the top down

Fell that worm breeze on her gentle skin

She is my next of kin

I see a little more of me everyday

I catch a little more moustache turning gray

Your mother is the only other woman for me

Little miss magic, what you gonna be?

Sometimes I catch her dreamin and wonder where that little mind meanders

Is she stollin along the shore or cruisin oer the broad savannah

I know someday shell learn to make up her own rhymes

Someday she's gonna learn how to fly

I catch a little more dialogue comin my way

I see those big blue eyes just start to lookin astray

Your mothers still the only other woman for me

Little miss magic, what you gonna be?Yes she loves to ride into town with the top down

Fell that warm breeze on her gentle skin

She is my next of kinConstantly amazed by the blades of the fan on the ceiling

Those clever little looks she gives just can't help but be appealing

I know someday shell learn to make up her own rhymes

One day she's gonna learn how to fly

That I wont deny

I see a little more of me everyday

I feel a little more moustache turning gray

Your mother's still the only other woman for me

Little miss magic, what you gonna be?

Its raining, it pouring

your old man is snoring

The Pictures are from a Welcome home/surprise party Mama and I through Dada on Monday night! Hope you have enjoyed...Happy Birthday Dada! Monkey loves you