Another wedding day in June,
And that brought about the honeymoon!
Ah, the happiest couple you ever did see,
But along came you and made them three!
March! March! March!
A March baby here you come,
Singing your tunes and playing your drums.
You wave goodbye to the winter blues,
And hope the Groundhog spoke the truth!
With a birthday in March,
You hold onto your hat
Cuz’ the wind of rain might knock you flat!
Maybe it’s cold, maybe it’s hot!
Maybe it’s Easter, or maybe it’s not!
Maybe it’s raining, maybe it’s snow,
Just keep your coat and sunscreen ready to go!
It’s in like a lion and out like a lamb.
This month of transition is hard to slam.
First we can party in Mardi Gras style,
With beads and King cake to bring out a smile!
Then shamrocks and leprechauns and Irish pluck,
Bring us green beer, parades and plenty of luck!
Pisces and Aries, this is your month.
Check the weather daily,
Or birthday plans could be sunk!
We love this month of parties to be sure,
And with your birthday too,
We’ll party some more!
Just don’t Spring Forward and lose an hour,
Pick another day for the birthday shower!
So happy birthday to you,
Born in month number three!
The Irish and Catholics have to share, you see.
We love parades and raising our toasts,
But celebrating you is what we love the most!
by – R.S. McDonald
Your parents had a hay day
Sometime close to May Day
And so you arrived in the month of love.
Chocolate and roses, cards and propose-ez,
Make you all warm right down to your toes-ez.
But February breezes, could cause you to sneeze-ez,
So sweaters and boots make up your birthday suit!
All you February babies
Be proud as you can be,
For you stand straight and tall with the Presidents, you see.
George, Abe and Reagan,
Kept Old Glory from fadin’.
So be proud you sit in the shade of these fellows,
But maybe it’s just the Groundhog casting his shadow!
But a February date, you must be quick to stake!
For every fourth year, a leap you must make.
But what a happy child at 4 and 8,
When the calendar gives you a day to celebrate!
So much to share in so little time,
Twenty-eight days or maybe twenty-nine.
Groundhogs, Presidents and Valentines,
Will try to take away your shine!
All these events can steal your show,
And now they’ve added the Superbowl!
So happy birthday to you, who celebrate in month number two!
You keep the winter days bright, with laughter and light.
And truly if we must confess,
To celebrate you is the absolute best! By R.S McDonald
Some time ago in a possible April storm,
A spring night of fun, and then you were born!
Happy New Year! Your exhausted parents cried,
As they dragged the dead Christmas tree finally outside.
Whether your sign is Capricorn or Aquarius,
You started the year off with quite a fuss!
“Im first! Here I am!
My arrival has made this new year grand!”
No pool parties for you, a winter child,
Indoor games and firewood piled.
Hay rides and hot drinks,
Snow forts and skating rinks.
Frosty nights and chilly days
Have become your way to celebrate.
So happy birthday to you the January start
We wish you well from the bottoms of our hearts!
It’s great we get to celebrate you,
It helps to chase away the winter blues!
Long ago in a cool September,
Your parents had a hot night to remember!
Nine months down and now it’s June,
And “Free at Last!” was your mother’s tune!
As a June baby to be free is cool.
Yes! Freedom from class and freedom from school!
You’re free to vacation or just head to the pool.
Do you share a birthday with Old Glory?
Flag Day remembers Betsy Ross’ story.
And wars were fought but freedom won,
So Juneteenth declares slavery undone!
Now the summer days are here again,
With cookouts and reunions with your distant kin.
Oh, the excitement it brings to every tot,
To spend their birthday with this questionable lot!
Why your father’s uncle’s cousin, Pete
Might steal your present and sell it on the street!
On a happier note than Great Aunt Mae,
Your dad scored big for Father’s Day!
Because of you, a new tie he’ll get,
Or start a new project with a shiny new tool set!
You might love diamonds like Marilyn Monroe,
Or balance your budget like Ross Perot.
Be tough like Eastwood through and through,
They’re all June babies just like you!
Summer fun and weddings every week,
Freedom rose with a voice to speak.
But another sound rose loud and strong,
The happy chorus of your birthday song!
So happy birthday to you born in the month of June!
May the freedoms of this month give you lots to do.
We love this month of summer come,
But in our book, your birthday is number one!
April rains bring birth pangs,
At least to your mother long ago.
As the thunder clapped,
The doctor gave you a slap,
Then poked and prodded you from head to toe!
A Spring baby, out you sprung!
Full of life and ready to run.
With flowers to pick and gardens to seed,
You might spend your birthday pulling weeds!
April Fools! That’s just a joke!
But cleaning and planting might get you stoked.
You might love art as many do,
Since Da Vinci and Shakespeare share birthdays with you!
As an April child sports might be your thing,
The Boston Marathon or the “Hey batta Saaa-Wing!”
Track and Field will get you across the the line,
Just take your Benadryl, the pollen count is sure to climb!
Easter is here so dress your best,
Patton leather shoes and Sunday vests.
A birthday on Easter is not hard to take,
A chocolate bunny looks good on birthday cake!
A mid April baby might be singin’ the blues,
As mommy and daddy work on taxes due.
Aries the Ram and Torres the Bull,
Gallup across this month to the full.
We love this beautiful month of surprises,
As fields shake off their winter disguises.
Happy birthday to you born in month number four!
This is the month that Spring opens its door.
Best wishes to you for another year,
May there be spring in your step and much birthday cheer!
Long ago in the second month of summer
Your mother’s birth pains came upon her!
Out you came, “Snap, Crackle, Pop!”
The doctor lunged and you were caught!
Fireworks boomed and the Stars and Stripes waved, a nation and you were born – Hooray!
This is the birth month of Uncle Sam! So all you Yankee Doodles can party and jam!
We celebrate our country and we celebrate you, Light up the candles and a sparkler or two!
You might be a dare-devil like Tom Cruise, doing “Missions Impossible” that make the news. Or break traditions like Princess Di, Who mothered her sons to build family ties. The Nazis expected Carl Lewis to beat, But he took home the Gold, the fastest on his feet! All these July babies stood their ground, proving that freedom should still be around.
With a July birthday, you try to stay cool, play games inside or Marco Polo in the pool. If you canoe down the river with all your friends, Sunscreen and bug spray you must re-apply again. The sun will burn you and the skeeters drain you dry, But life if good in the month of July.
But drink lots of water or its a bummer, because July is in the “dog days of summer”. The fight is on to conserve our water, the grass turns to hay as the sun gets hotter. With poolside parties and home made lemonade, We’ll toast our buns or lounge in the shade.
Summer nights and lightning bugs, starry skies and family hugs. Crickets sing and bull frogs sound, A porch swing squeaks as we share another round.
The lazy days of summer are here, We love the long days and the easy warm cheer. So Happy birthday to you this month of summer haze, May you feel loved and special all your days.
By R.S. McDonald