In the kingdom of her twelfth splendid year, A princess blooms, with joy sincere. Daughter of wisdom, sister, and friend, Her laughter a melody, lacking end. Pages turn as her dreams take flight, In stories deep, by candlelight. Yet in the mud, she dives with glee, A symphony of play, wild and free. Her fingers dance on ivory keys, A sweet sonata in every breeze. Her smile, a spark, lights up the room, Dispels the dullness, banishes gloom. Her wit, a jewel, sharp and bright, Ignites the day, chases night. "Seek the Lord," her heart does sing, For Jesus loves her, this princess of the King.