Four going on fourteen.

She can turn the couch into a big space rocket 

She digs out grass & beatles from her front pocket 

She will grab all the chalk and grate it like it’s cheese

She acts like a child, but she’s always a magician to me.

She can turn her dad into a glamorous queen 

And drive me up the wall, hope you’ve never seen

She can go invisible and then buzz like a bee

Oh she acts like a child, but she’s always the winter sun to me.

She can dance to no music 

And sing her own tunes

She can bake you a cake and serve it with pink tea 

Yes, she acts like a child, but she’s always a cupcake to me.

She can bring down the house with her tiny hands

She can make things fly and not care where they land

She can stand by the sink and turn it into a sea

Oh she acts like a child but she’s always a tornado to me.