One day in September, 
I think it was the last, 
A little baby was born,
As pretty as can be.

This pretty little baby, 
Had blue eyes, 
So blue they could have been the ocean, 
She fluttered them and was adored. 

One horrible day, 
Only a few months after the birth of the pretty baby, 
The dad went away, 
No reason, just devastation. 

the pretty little baby was all alone, 
she only had her mom, 
It was so hard to understand, 
She was so little. 

The truth was, 
The dad had run away, 
No one knew why, 
But everyone knew the baby was alone. 

A little while after the dad had left, 
He came back, 
He felt heartbroken without her, 
So he stayed and loved her. 

But when you think its all better, 
A few years later the dad left for good, 
Left the pretty little baby devastated, 
This pretty little baby was me.