Whenever Hazel smiles
I rejoice, she is mine

Butterflies in my stomach
For, today; two weeks she marks

Being my precious child
And I just can not hide

The love of fatherhood
Join me light the camp wood…

Let’s blow and hang balloons
With her favorite cartoon..

As I celebrate her
Do not hiss or say ah…

Can’t wait to read aloud
Children stories that I have

All places we shall go to
Soon as she masters toes.

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