She’s a pretty little girl
With a pretty little face
Her eyes are molten joy
As she floats about the place
When summer wind
When summer wind
Stirs summer love
She’s pretty smiling there
And when it’s dark her smile still shines
in pretty way of lightened air
She’s a pretty springtime flower
She’s a pretty springtime flower
In the midst of Winter blooms
In secrets she is well-aversed
Depth of which none can assume
I love you Trubi-Roo