Happy Birthday Emma

When You Are Seven

by

Grandma Baadsgaard

Happy 7th Birthday my Emma dear. I love you so.

When you are seven

You can’t be eleven

For seven is less

You can probably guess

That seven is grand

If you can . .  .

Handle teeth falling out

Arms and legs that sprout

Adding and subtracting

While you feel the urge to sing

And at the most unlikely times

You just feel sublime

And dancing, that comes next

You twirl your very best

And when you’re with your grandma

You can just be la-de-daw

For seven is really a piece of heaven

If you are my Emma-bam-bevan