I was born a poet,
Wind whipping around the cold
Minnesota morning,
Great Aunts and Grandparents
Cigars and taxi drivers,
They came and saw
A large pink girl,
With rosy cheeks in a bassinet
And her father declared her
His little musician.
I was born a poet,
Wind whipping around the cold
Minnesota morning,
Great Aunts and Grandparents
Cigars and taxi drivers,
They came and saw
A large pink girl,
With rosy cheeks in a bassinet
And her father declared her
His little musician.
Ann WJ White 