I must have been 5 years old
When I saw it on TV
That giant bright pink Barbie house
You wouldn’t buy for me
I had no idea about money then
Little girls so young never do
It was magic, things just appeared
Like clothing, toys and food
You couldn’t afford the Barbie house
But you wanted to make me happy
Somehow you had to find a way
And I admire your creativity
Because one morning I woke up
To the most surprising view
I couldn’t believe my eyes mum
A house of cardboard and glue
It was bigger and it was better
Than any doll house I’d ever seen
With so many more rooms and features
Than the ads or magazines
You must have stayed up night after night
To build a Barbie house so great
You made me the happiest girl alive
With nothing but boxes and tape