There Was a Little Girl

There was a little girl
Who had a little world
Sitting in the palm of her hands.

And if she really wanted,
She would never be daunted,
And she'd always get what she demands.

The world would be her oyster,
One that she would cloister,
And she would always get her pearl.

And I thank the maker every day.
Here's what I have to say:
"Thank you for not giving me that girl!"

Because she's very spoiled,
Like a burger is flame broiled,
And I'm sure to have her I'd be blue,

Instead, I have a modest wife,
For whom I provide the best of life,
And I'm happy that that girl is you.