I don’t speak toddler fluently but I’ll try my best to translate.

Beauty is mine to hold
Embodied in my hair of gold,
My daddy tells me so
As he watches my dances.

I spin and spin
To my favourite songs,
Spin so fast as to
Alter the course of the earth
From around the sun
To around the Son.

Who else could make a beauty such as mine?
Who else could make a grin with such shine?
I know this for certain
For my daddy told me so.

– Vagabond Prophet