Teri
She is called Little Princess
And the reason is very plain
Her charming personality
Is her claim to fame.
To sit on a lap is to feel pure bliss
But beware!
For you may feel her kiss.
A windowsill becomes a palace throne
Upon which to watch her family grow.
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