My little song for the baby

Baa baa black sheep, have you any wool?

Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full.

One for the Papa,

One for the Mama,

One for the little baby named Vanessa.

I suck at singing, and my memory for the lyrics is even worse. Thanks to the hubby, even my version of "twinkle twinkle little stars" have been corrupted (he ended it with "next time won't you sing with me") . So this is the little song I'm best at for the moment, and my secret way of getting her use to my preferred name for her ... Sneaky, ain't I? *hehe*