By
Grandma Baadsgaard
Happy Birthday to a very special grandson I love.
If
Andrew is turning seven
Then
he can’t be eleven
So
let’s shout hurray
For
this birthday boy today
Sometimes
he sits still
Other
times his wiggle will
Bust
right out of his skin
And
make the fun begin
For
Andrew is like the sun
Before
the day is done
He
runs fast as the breeze
So
remember if you please
He
likes a big high jump
His
arms are circle pumps
Swings
right through the air
So
notice if you dare
He
will climb right to the moon
Then
be back by noon
And
eat blueberry pie
When
it’s the fourth of July
He
also likes to snuggle
And
if you give him a huggle
He’ll
squeeze your neck so tight
Your
heart explodes in delight
For
Andrew is a treasure
A
jewel without measure
For
a boy who is turning seven
Is a little piece of heaven
Is a little piece of heaven
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