Kurtisha, was a wee little girl
And a wee little girl is she,
She rides the tractor all around
And claps her hands with glee, With her big blue eyes and happy smile
She keeps us in a whirl,
She is her Mother's pride and joy
And Daddy's little girl.

by Trula Hewitt

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