Happy 3rd Birthday Rylan. I love you so very, very much.
There’s a red brick house in a Pennsylvania town
Where Rylan the three-year-old pirate runs around.
He might be sailing on the kitchen chair ship
Or growling and snarling his big scary lips.
But if he can manage it, he’ll head to the shore
Cause that is where there is treasure galore
He takes out his shovel and digs down deep
Then into a ship with a scary pirate flag
For sailing and parlaying with rich old bags.
For finding lots of loot is always a snap
Then you heave a sigh and wave good-bye.
For a pirate’s life is a heave-ho-and-groan
And you spend a great deal of time alone.
Then night comes and it grows dark outside
So you find your mommy, your blanket and hide.
For when you get lonely you just must confess
But in the morning with the new sunlight
You find you’re brave and feel just right.
For when you’re a pirate, you travel far and wide
But you always come back when it’s dark outside.
For treasure by any measure is love you see
And there’s no amount of gold that could ever be
Better than a home where there’s lots of love
And a mom and dad with lots of bear hugs.