Daddy's Elite

Sun run red across the sky As the golden ore fadeth in the twilight The earth was clothed in a cloak of dye As bright stars ushered in the limelight The tress then chants a song and thus pray They swayed their heads gently and whispered When the morning chased the night away Their voices whispered and heralded “Daddy’s precious Cinderella More fairer than Gabriella Bring in His precious Elite Draped in cloth none compete The Elite is Daddy’s only delight She is among many her favorite fruit Alive with color and full of light Prepared as a bride in a frock cute Daddy in the morning issues an invitation To His Elite and gracious bride “Yea! Thou art the bridegroom’s adoration His Glory, complement and pride So worthy my Son to be thy bridegroom Make haste my Elite, the groom is come already Bring in my Elite into the groom’s refined room Love the groom and be thou steady”.