Sleepy and rosy, Heather is here,
Fresh from her cot; she’s so precious and dear!
Little eyes blinking, nodding her head,
Not understanding she’s lifted from bed.
Wrinkling her little brow,
Gravely she makes her bow
Everyone’s heart away;
Clothes in a disarray.
Sleepy and rosy, Heather is all,
Gripping our hearts with her fingers so small!