In her Dolly Daydreams ?

She is running around chasing butterflies and she hasn’t got a clue
But then again her innocence is ethereal this little lamb is only two
Locked in her Dolly daydreams in her world of untrue

Bless her tiny cotton socks she’s sat upon a chair waving through the window pane at Nana and Grandad in there
Yet she doesn’t ask why she can’t see them because she’s only two
Why on earth would she know about the world’s hullabaloo ?

Oh to be only a tiny tot and let your reveries run wild
I wish I could look at life through the eyes of a child
I wouldn’t feel the need to worry nor should I ever be riled
Life would be simplicity, beautiful and beguiled

But knowing what I know now as I watch that small girl with her ruddy, rosy cheeks and her pony tail in a curl
How lovely it must be in her imaginary swirl
I am going to forget about reality and simply give it a whirl