There was a little girl, all done in pink,
Blond curls, more than one could possibly think.
Her curls arrang'd like a big berry bush.
Her face as pretty as a cherubs tush.
Many pieces of frills in white she wore,
A sparkly crown upon her head she bore.
The youngest of her sib(e)lings she be,
The little princess of the family.
Her court it be her sister and brother.
Her retainers, her father and mother
Follow her ev'ry wish and her command,
To build her castle at the beach from sand.
And as all princesses are ought to do,
She tries to find her prince to kiss and woo.
And as she makes out with her teddy bear
A dragon gives her a mighty big scare.
Her father comes and hits it with his shoe,
And covers her pink wall with spider goo.
And once again a little girl she be,
A princess only in her family.