A Little Friend!

Cute a little, a nice friend she is!
Always a little chittery, a chattery she is!

Gets a little bittery, a battery she is!
Anyways a little tingly, a tangly her life is!

So a little blingly, a bangly her style is!
And a little glittery, a glossary her eye is!

Painted a little pinkly, a blues her heart is!
Talks a little fluttery, a flattery she is!

Loves a little blindly, a heartily she is!
With a little big a brother, a little fly she is!

From a little hubby, a little chubby, her flight is!
All a little mom and a little dad, her need is!

In a little church and a little home, her world is!
Cute a little, a nice friend she is!

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