She is just a babe in arms
Probably a babe in the woods
Naive and inexperienced
Her sensories still developing
She cannot detect the danger around her
She may look so babealicious
But she is just a babe in arms
Not yet independent still helpless
She cannot stand on her own
Probably she is still a babe in the woods
Like a flower growing on thorns
Its beautiful petals, destined to fate
But lucky she, for kind hearted
Who cleared the danger; by setting a watch
Everytime she takes a step, it ticks.