Kick up your heals. Eat cake.

Today I think I should give a bouquet
To birthdays of all sorts…people born on each day.

A holler, a cheer, a big whoop-dee-doo
For folks just like me… and some just like you.

So pull out the cake, the ribbons and presents.
Cook big fluffy game hens, or even small pheasants.

To celebrate friends… show we’re glad for their birth.
They mean to us more, than all else on this earth.

If this little verse starts to sound somewhat Seuss-ical.
It is more like the book, and less like the musical.

So I’ll sing, and I’ll clap, and I’ll kick my left heel.
I’ll cause a commotion…. I’ll make a big deal.

Play the tuba, the fiddle, or bang on the drum.
Sing it sideways or backwards… or give it a hum.

I mean just to tell them what they mean just to me.
I’ll say it with heart. I’ll shout it with glee.

From the rooftop or doorway or even the bus.
Be quite sure of this… I will make such a fuss.

To say Happy Birthday to all… and to YOU.
I’m glad you were born on the day you were due.

Thanks for giving and sharing and being so nice.
And the time that you lent me your red fuzzy dice.

You make the world sparkly. You do thing so right.
So happy day to you… from morning ’til night.

 

Great people born on December 12:

John Jay, First chief justice of the United States…old
Gustave Flaubert, French novelist…. old
Edvard Munch, Norweigan painter, old
Arthur Garfield Hays, American lawyer and defender of civil liberties… old
Edward G. Robinson, American actor and singer… old
Hubert Seuss Geisel, Dr. Seuss’ brother… old
Frank Sinatra, American singer, actor…old

Bob Barker, Gameshow host…. old
Ed Kock, Former Mayor of New York…. old
Connie Francis, American actress, singer….old
Dionne Warwick, American singer … old
Mary A. Bullen, American awesome person…. young

 

“Today you are You, that is truer than true. There is no one alive who is Youer than You.” – Dr. Seuss

“Human speech is like a cracked kettle on which we tap crude rhythms for bears to dance to, while we long to make music that will melt the stars.” – Gustave Flaubert

“Practice compassion.” – Mary A Bullen

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