ANDREW
IS THREE
by
Grandma
Baadsgaard
Happy Birthday Andrew
I love you so very much.
Thanks for coming to my house on your birthday.
Here's a poem I wrote just for you.
Andrew is three - so you better see
While two was
just great, Andrew can’t wait
So up he grows
from his head to his toes
Then takes a
tumble on a bee that is bumble
And squishes
tomatoes and grabs mashed potatoes
Andrew is three – so you better see
That three is
the best ‘cause there’s no time to rest
He glides in the
swing till imagination takes wing
And runs down
the street and sneaks lots of treats
Then shrieks to
the sky as the birds pass him by
Andrew is three – so you better see
He’s the king of
the hill and the hero of real
When it’s time
for his bath he finds inner wrath
Then fights
dragons rare in all of his bare
For he can’t sit
still without a making a spill
Andrew is three - so you better see
He plops his sleepy
head on his blanket for a bed
Mom kisses him
goodnight and turns out the light
Then the moon
begins to rise just as Andrew sighs
Then his eyes
are half-mast before dreams are cast
Andrew is three – so you better see
He needs to be hugged and tickled on the rug
Then poof he is
grown – and soon starts to roam
Who was all
yours today, leaves to find his own way
So shout hooray,
for he’s all yours today!
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