Eva Deanna

Eva Deanna
My sister is her mama
She fell from heaven like a loaf of manna
Put her in pajamas and read her a book
About animals
The way they sound and how they look
She likes to stomp the ground
She buckles on her shoes to make it loud

Singing the wheels on the bus go round and round
I hold her ankles up so she can dangle upside-down

You can't rearrange her
She's no stranger to the danger
With golden locks on her head

She is an animal junkie
We took her to the zoo to mix and mingle with the monkeys
We put her in a stroller and she made a lion roar
And we got home she stomped her feet upon the wooden floor
She buckles on her shoes to make it loud

Singing the wheels on the bus go round and round
Round and round, round

Eva Deanna
My sister is her mama
She fell from heaven like a loaf of manna

You can't rearrange her
She's no stranger to the danger
With golden locks on her head