My brother was born on the 26th of February, another brother on the 27th, and my Mom on the 28th. We have a fun birthday weekend at the end of February each year.
In their honor I composed this bit of funverse:
Three Ducks in a Row
Yes yes oh yes it’s the Strat birthday trio
Ron, Jon & Mom heidy ho solamio
Three big b-days one right after the ortha’
#2 brother, #3 brother, and of course our dear Mortha.
Hardy har hoo, musical bruth’ #2
Pluck strings, song sings, croon-doodle-doo,
Down there in Nashville, Grand Ol’ Opry place,
In Dixie land, hi-diddle-diddle-fiddle space.
Hoolie hoo hee to the big bruth’ #3,
Jonah by nickname, soybean man, six foot three,
Corvetter extrordinaire, ex-Maytag man
Fighting hunger, whirled-wide, yep that’s the plan.
Howdy how how to the mother of Us
Wife of Joseph, the guy who was driver of bus
Landlord (landlady) of old Penquite property
Independently wealthy, hipperty hopperty.
So lift up eyeglasses to three birthdays great
Luckily they weren’t born 3-2-1 days too late
Cause then we’d only have this much biz-o’-monkey
Only in long Feb years--now that’s hunky junky!
(OK OK I know that just because they might have been born a couple of days later, that doesn't mean they'd have been born in a leap year, in fact none were born in leap years. But it's fun to think about.)
Steve Stratford
3/27/2006