Happy seventieth birthday to wonderful Babby,
Youβre stylish and sharp, never boring or shabby!
Seven whole decades, a
Marvelous Run
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(Just fifty long years since you turned twenty-one).
Youβre officially vintage, a verified prize,
With a highly suspicious bright gleam in your eyes.
You're ready with biscuits, a
Proper Hot Tea
And enough chicken soup for an army of three!
Let's light all the candles, a blazing grand sight,
(Though we might need the fire department tonight).
We'll put on the kettle and pour a nice brew,
And celebrate seventy
Wonderful Years
of just you!
Youβre a terrible influence, funny and wild,
With love from your favorite,
Wondergirl
grandchild (and yehuda)!