by
Grandma
Baadsgaard
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
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.