She dances across the stage and then she turns and bends down low;
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She is dressed all in pink, from her head down to her toes;
On the tips of her toes, she twirls and reaches for the sky,
and when she glances my way there is a twinkle in her eye.
As she glides across the floor, she looks just like Tinker Bell;
a lump grows in my throat and my heart begins to swell;
There are several others on the stage but I don't see another;
because I am just so prowd, I am her grandmother.