Belated today, I set out,
to commend dear little one,
She is one, I always tout,
She never ceases to stun.
A day to celebrate her birth,
Was bright and dawned pretty,
Was one of some lovely mirth,
Where we all sang her a ditty.
With love, she envelopes us,
With joy, she fills us with,
Handling every day with finesse,
The day, birthday, was her eighth.
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