When my granddaughter H was about eight years old, on my birthday she gave me the following poem written on a square piece of red paper. I like it because it was mostly her own work.
My Lovely Grandpa!
-- by H (then 8-years-old)
Your birthday it is,
I happily love.
You like to drink frizz,
And eat crackers, too!
You teach us kung-fu,
How to ride a bike,
And even to moo!
I like this poem,
Do you like it too?
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