For as long as I can remember, my father has sent me a birthday limerick. These poems are never naughty (because that would be creepy), but they definitely rhyme – and I always get a kick out of them.
My father’s birthday falls just a few weeks after mine.
This year I’ve decided I’m tired of giving him pajamas.
This year I’m feeling more creative.
So I’m giving him a dance.
(Not that kind of dance. That would be creepy.)
Let me explain.
Growing up, I remember my father singing two songs. The first is called “A Song of Safety.” Actually, I don’t know what the song is called. That’s just what I call it. Somebody must’ve created a public service announcement for children back in the day to make sure they weren’t crushed by cars. You know, “Always use the crosswalk and look from left to right” that kind of stuff. Because my father used to sing this wacky song me, I know all the words in the first stanza. I don’t even know if there is a second stanza.
Anyhoo, I scoured the Internet in an effort to find this song, but absolutely nothing came up.
And we all know if it’s not on the Internet, it isn’t real.
The second song I remember my father singing to is the one I’m featuring today.
Happy B’day, Dad.
Hope you enjoy the song and my dance of appreciation and adoration.
And my big ole mane of hair.
What are some of your favorite birthday traditions?
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