God made the little boys for fun, for rough and
tumble times of play;
He made their little legs to run and race and
scamper through the day.
He made them strong for climbing trees, he
suited them for horns and drums,
And filled them full of revelries so they could be
their father's chums.

But then He saw that gentle ways must also
travel from above.
And so, through all our troubled days He sent
us little girls to love.
He knew that earth would never do, unless a bit
of Heaven it had.
Men needed eyes divinely blue to toil by day and
still be glad.

A world where only men and boys made merry
would in time grow stale,
And so He shared His Heavenly joys that faith
in Him should never fail.
He sent us down a thousand charms. He decked
our ways with golden curls
And laughing eyes and dimpled arms. He let us
have His little girls.

They are the tenderest of His flowers, the little
angels of His flock,
And we may keep and call them ours, until God's
messenger shall knock.
They bring to us the gentleness and beauty that
we sorely need ;
They soothe us with each fond caress and
strengthen us for every deed.

And happy should that mortal be whom God has
trusted, through the years,
To guard a little girl and see that she is kept
from pain and tears.
Edgar A. Guest

~ Daddy's Little Girl ~

You're the end of the rainbow, my pot of gold,
You're daddy's little girl to have and hold.
A precious gem is what you are,
A ray of hope, a shining star.

You're the brightest of the sunshine
Morning's first light
You warm my day, you brighten my night
You're sugar you're spice, you're everything nice,
And you're daddy's little girl.

You're the end of the rainbow, my pot of gold,
You're daddy's little girl to have and hold.
A precious gem is what you are,
A ray of hope, a shining star.

You're the brightest of the sunshine
Morning's first light
You warm my day, you brighten my night
You're sugar you're spice, you're everything nice,
And you're daddy's little girl.
By Bobby Burke and Horace Gerlach, 1949