SWEETPEA,

What are you doing my lovely ,
In your dress so full.
Unpacking the shopping,
Knocking and tapping.
Until the cupboards are full.

You've found how to point your toes,
No one taught you how I know,
For in that heart,
A mirror dance ,
Showed you where to go .

Up in the sky you like to fly,
Down on the slide you flow,
Then on the beach,
The snails you reach ,
And put them in your toes.

Sweetpea you are funny,
Your face open and sunny ,
People will laugh ,
At your cheeky glance,
And talk about it all the way home.