Part I.
A little girl once told her mother
"I want to be like you when I'm older."
And she tried on her mother's shoes, lipstick and dresses,
And danced in front of the mirror, glowing and blowing kisses.
Her mother laughed, and scooped her up in her arms
"My daughter, your natural grace is outshone by your charms."
The little girl giggled and squealed with delight
And her mother told her a bedtime story, and kissed her goodnight.
"I love you so." The little girl sighed.
"And I you, sweet darling," her mother replied.
"I love you sweet daughter, I love you so.
Our hearts were made from the same batch of dough."
