T`was on this cold icy night, ground all covered in snow,
Who, but our little BB, decided it's time to make a show?
That's not your name, but an initial, but it suits you, to a tee,
Because you are such a wonderful little one, I just call you B B.

Darling little baby, like a cute little doll, looked so pretty,
Not another one as cute, in this whole big city.
You're growing up now, hitting "sweet" fourteen!!
Who knows, one of these days you might even be a queen.

Just always love Our Lord, with all of your heart,
One day troubles will come, but from you, He'll never part.
If He gave you the talent to sing, then go out and sing,
Think of the pleasure to the world you'd bring.

Or maybe an artist you would rather be:
Then make Pictures, that would make people want to see.
Whatever your talent, God gave it for you to use,
Not to put aside, or ever, ever abuse.

All these things I know you would with joy, take care
You're always so helpful, always so fair.
So happy birthday, our sweet little love,
For our B B I thank the dear Lord up above.

Copyright © Pearlie Duncan Walker
September 17, 1999
Dedicated to My Grand Daughter Bonnie
for her Birthday February 4, 2000.
Sweet Fifteen!!

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