THE MORNING STAR

THE MORNING STAR

Our daughter is a morning star,
Born at four oh five.
Our daughter is a morning star,
She loves to jump and jive!

Our daughter is a morning star,
With a Goddess name.
Our daughter is a morning star,
By fates she can’t be tame.

Our daughter is a morning star,
Such beauty, her reflection.
Our daughter is a morning star,
Her rays in all direction!

Our daughter is a morning star,
And like the planet Venus,
Our daughter is a morning star,
Her brilliance trumps her meanness.

Our daughter is a morning star,
Our daughter isn’t mild.
Our daughter is a morning star,
She is our second child.

Our daughter is a morning star,
Her hair is slightly curly.
Our daughter is a morning star,
She likes to get up early.

Our daughter is a morning star,
Born at four oh five.
Our daughter is a morning star,
She loves to be alive.

Our daughter is a morning star,
She’s not the golfer Annika.
Our daughter is a morning star,
Our daughter’s name is DANIKA!

By Marty R. Woodcock