A limerick written for my 4 year old granddaughter
|There once was a girl named Destiny
Who thought she could get the best of me.
Though she tried to be good (well as good as she could),
Nanny had the perfect recipe.
Fun and tickles, some hugs and some giggles,
With lots of love measured in.
We laugh and we play all throughout the day,
And at night we cuddle happily.