Pretty Little Chicky

[Intro — spoken, warm, playful, no music] "Pretty little Chicky!" [Brief pause] "Pretty little Chicky!" [Gentle piano enters, followed by upright bass and brushed drums] [Verse 1] Little feet across the kitchen floor Following you everywhere You'd turn around and laugh at me And brush the sunshine from my hair You'd call me Chicky, I'd say, "No!" And puff my cheeks for all to see But every time you called again I'd come running happily [Pre-Chorus] Round little eyes and golden hair A thousand things I had to say You'd smile and shake your head at me As I followed you all day [Chorus] Pretty little Chicky With your feathers made of gold Pretty little Chicky There's a story to be told You can skip and you can stumble You can chirp the whole day through Pretty little Chicky I learned that name from you Oh, pretty little Chicky Chicky, Chicky, that's me! [Verse 2] I drew a chick with crooked feet A little beak and funny eyes I'd give her bows and silly hats And make her twice her normal size I'd show you every picture first You'd laugh until your cheeks turned red And when I drew another one You'd pat my little head [Pre-Chorus] A tiny bird upon the page A little girl with dreams so wide I didn't know how far she'd go Or how she'd stay right by my side [Chorus] Pretty little Chicky With your feathers made of gold Pretty little Chicky Getting bigger, getting bold You can skip and you can stumble You can sing the whole day through Pretty little Chicky I learned that name from you Oh, pretty little Chicky Chicky, Chicky, that's me! [Instrumental Break — playful piano and clean guitar] [Bridge — softer, intimate] Now there's a mirror backstage And a thousand lights outside I fix the little chick upon my head And straighten out its eyes For just a little moment I'm that girl upon the floor With a crayon in my fingers And you calling from the door [Small pause] I guess I never really stopped Following you after all [Final Chorus — warm, affectionate, gently fuller] Pretty little Chicky With your feathers made of gold Pretty little Chicky Look how big your dreams have grown I can skip and I can stumble I can sing the whole night through And every time I wear that chick I carry a little piece of you Oh, pretty little Chicky Chicky, Chicky, that's me! [Outro — music softens] [Kirari imitating Grandma's affectionate calling voice] "Pretty little Chicky!" [Brief pause] "Pretty little Chicky!" [Kirari's natural voice, softly laughing] "Hehe... I'm still your little Chicky." [Warm piano and guitar outro — gentle fade]