Hey, hey, it's your birthday!
Wait a minute! It's not your birthday. It's mine
Well don't mind if I toot - toot my own horn!
We had a fabulous spread of homemade food!
So we celebrated my birthday a few days early because my cousins were in town camping and Grandma Judi was visiting too. Plus I had my first gymnastics class on my real birthday and I couldn't hardly go jumping around with a belly full of cake could I?
My Mom raced the shorter version. She didn't have time to be racing all day and throwing a fab party now did she? No! Don't be silly. Not even Martha Stewart would attempt that. She must have been worried about getting home for my party in time because she raced so fast she left the field of women behind
My Dad lit a fire on my cake