Little Girl Across The Street

My how she's grown.
Little girl across the street is nothing more than a baby, but my how she's grown!
She reeks of pulchritude; chestnut brown hair blowing with the wind.
Her eyes, hazel like her sundress and shaped to finesse.
I did always say she had her mother's beauty.
Little girl across the street is nothing more than a baby, but my how she's grown!
I've seen her cry many many tears; her strength is immeasurable.
Her intelligence is like not other; she's learned from the best.
I did always say she had her mother's soul.
Little girl across the street is nothing more than a baby, but my how she's grown!
My little girl across the street.