My precious...

...little girl, such young love
Look how sweet she lay
Part of me she is, hair teeth and my hazel she got
We climbed up I kissed her butter soft head and ever so gently pushed
You got it all wrong, we were just playing on the slide
She was doing so well, seemed like she could go by herself
I ran down, fast as I could...gust of wind blew
Binky lay covered in sand, while I clutch her little hand
That damn cop kept sayin, keep your hands up
His flash light scorching my eyes, yelling he was
You're all jacked up, now you're going away
Her name was Autumn Hazel