Happy Birthday Emma

When You Are Seven
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

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