You’re the end of the rainbow, a pot of gold,
You’re daddy’s little girl to have and hold.
A precious gem is what you are,
You’re mom-my’s bright and shi-ning star.
You’re the spirit of Christmas, the star on the tree,
You’re the Easter Bunny for mommy and me;
You’re sugar, you’re spice, you’re ev’-ry-thing nice,
And you’re daddy’s little girl.
(Instrumental Interlude — First Half)
You’re the spirit of Christmas, the star on the tree,
You’re the Easter Bunny for mommy and me;
You’re sugar, you’re spice, you’re ev’-ry-thing nice,
And you’re daddy’s little girl.
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