Her name is Ari.
She drives a Ferrari.
She's loves a safari.
She eats calamari,
while wearing a sari,
and boating on the African river, Shari.
She don't play Atari.
She can't speak Bihari.
Nor does she speak the Finnish language of Mari.
I sing her a lullaby when the sky is starry.
I'm a lucky daddy and she's my Ari.