Katie
by Tom Paxton

Now I have a little daughter and my daughter's name is Kate
And she's every bit mischievous as a kitten on a skate
With the bandage on her forehead and the bruises on her knee
You'd swear she fought the buccaneers on all the seven seas
For it's up the stairs and down the stairs, and in her room and out
Like a miniature tornado she can throw the house about.

CH Take an angel with the devil and the twinkling of an eye
That's my Katie little lady and I love her

Now you might believe in miracles, you might believe in saints,
But you'd never believe our Katie when she's playing with her paints,
For there's red upon her forehead, and there's green upon her face,
In her eyes and in her hair, but on the paper not a trace!
When she's in her room and quiet and there comes a bit of calm
You develop the sensation that you're sitting on a bomb.

Now Katie loves her games you know, and thirty times a week
I find myself dragooned into a game of hide-and-seek
I find myself in closets, under beds I quietly creep,
And I wait there thirty minutes 'til my brain has gone to sleep.
So I'm in the closet waiting, and it seems like half a day
'Til I finda friend has come to call and Katie's gone to play.

Now you might have heard of fathers who would dote upon their girls,
Who get wrapped around their fingers by the tossing of the curls,
Who respond to hugs and kisses like there's nothing they wouldn't do,
Don't believe a word of it, it simply isn't true.
For I'd only jump the moon for her, I'd only swim the sea,
For the hugs I get to give her and the kisses she gives me.

CH That's our Katy, little lady, and we love her.

[Transcribed from Rick & Judy "Family Album"]