Oh, my cute, loving, little daughter of dreams,
how light, easily I pick you up to toss you in air,
you smile dwarfing beauty of golden sunbeams,
gentle hand on head, forever be in my hair;
constantly change your diapers and wash you clean,
am not a kid playing house all innocent and ignorant,
but dutiful father on whom you can forever lean,
a reliable friend, my soul all yours, never a tyrant;
joyful when I see other kids but soon they go home,
none to take home except you a painful wish unfulfilled,
to see you real will cross seven seas or forever hell roam,
daughter is all I ask, easily granted all, why me thus billed?
defeated, what can I do? Poor me, unfit for marriage,
if only could immaculately conceive and quell my rage.