Small daughter playing grown-up
Slips on an evening gown.
On her curls, she pins a hat;
High-heeled shoes complete the act.

A drop of this, a dab of that,
With painted lips and shadowed eyes,
Around her neck, a string of pearls,
She looks like any teenage girl.

Spying Mother at the door,
She tossed her pretty curls.
“I’m glad I’m not a grown-up
But Daddy’s little girl.”