Little Mischievous Mia opening every door,
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Spilling books and papers round about the living room floor,
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Scratching all the tables and moving all the chairs,
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Climbing where you shouldn't climb and tumbling down the stairs.
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How did you get the paint.....oh well. We can never guess.
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Now the rug is ruined....and so is your little dress.
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Little Mischievous Mia, in the cookie jar,
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Who has ever told you, where the cookies are?
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Now your sticky fingers smear the curtains black;
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You have finger-printed everything from front to back.
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There's no use in scolding....when you smile that way;
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You can rob the terror of every word scolding word we say.
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Little Mischievous Mia, that's the name for you;
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There's no better title that describes the things you do:
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Prying into corners, sneaking around on your knees,
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Tugging table covers, tossing my DVD’s.
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Little Mischievous Mia, have your roguish way;
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I know someday I’ll stop you, but still love you more each day!
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