Daddy's little Delilah 💕

Wrapped around his neck as he carries her to bed, are those naked little arms so soft to his touch

Dad was reading her that bedtime story when her weary eyes succumbed, to those reveries that she often talks about such and such 

Coz amidst her dreamy head Delilah walks hand in hand with that strange lady, though some of her recollections are double dutch

But as she reminisces bits and pieces back to her dear Daddy, he knows exactly who her lovely lady is without wondering so much

Yes indeed her dearest devoted Mama creeps betwixt and between, amidst those visions amongst slumberland when only fantasies are seen

Coz as his little daughter describes her made-up mystery, this pretty lady is always wearing her Mamas green