Whenever clouds start gathering
To cover up the sun
It really doesn't mean a thing to me
It seems a tiny miracle
Comes to me on a run
And never fails to bring a remedy

She's just a little curly headed thing
Who creeps into my heart and makes it sing

Curly top
You little bundle of joy
"Curly Top"
You're like a wonderful toy

You're just so full of sunshine
Folks agree
You could supply the world
With Vitamin "D"

Two eyes that make
The heavens proud to be blue
Angel cake
It's just a copy of you

Take ev'rything that's sweet
All rolled into one
That can't top you
Curly Top

(John Boles sang this song about Shirley - Shirley herself didn't sing it)