Daddy for the flowers of spring,
Baby the greeting of summer,
Mommy the dancer of fall,
Birthdays come to us all.
Walk through the meadows,
Play by the beach,
Flowers in your hair,
Sand between the toes.
Fire keeps the hearth,
Cider on the stove,
Pumpkin pies topped with cream,
Gather the loved ones all.
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