Prize Bird

Well, good morning, Tweety Bird,
Such a pleasant surprise,
With your mother's sharp wit,
And, lo, myself in those eyes.

How I've loved your sweet song,
Both the coos and the cries,
For the year it has been,
As the time swiftly flies.

In the contest I've invented,
Among fathers worldwide,
I've won loveliest daughter,
But you are my prize.