If you go into the Forest,
Get ready for me,
I am a Crawler and Creeper,
A Bugaboo and Critter,
A Goblin and *****,
Mostly I am just a Varmint,
A Varmint that likes you.


By: Connie Hopkins

So, it is your Birthday today,
On your cake I would check the flames,
Even if they couldn't get all those **** things on there,
It will be a hot time on your cake tonight,
Enjoy it, you know how it certainly isn't your first.
God Bless and take care.

By: Connie Hopkins

Born in Big Springs Texas you know,
Left for Selma Alabama,
Went to Abeline a few years ago,
Couldn't stay there so I moved again,
Ringgold Texas is my hometown friend.

There on the white dirt road I walked each day,
To the six-room schoolhouse three blocks away,
I ended up in Mrs. Henery's class,
Which was fine with me.

Just walking home from school one day,
I walked by Durham's house along my way,
This boy would bother me every day,
I told him if he spoke once again,
Me and my daisy would come back for him,
He would be sorry if he did not go in.

So, me and my Daisy returned in 10,
There he stood with that big silly grin,
I raised my Daisy and ask this of him,
Where did he want it in his fat tummy or chin?
He just laughed without believing me.

Well, one doctor's visit is all it took,
He never spoke to me again.

By: Connie Hopkins

So, it is your birthday once again
Just like an annual flower
It comes once a year
So Happy Birthday
Some flowers don't reaper every year
But the wild pink rose does each year
Trustworthy, bright, and sweet
Happy Birthday

                         By Connie Hopkins

There once was a turtle
that was bit by a snake
he crawled up on the sand
so I gave him a hand
for two weeks I fed him
keeping his shell wet
you know what he did
one morning he just up and left!
                              By Connie Hopkins

Oh, my goodness, 48!
It might be too late
You better blow all those things out
with the big 50 looming so close
you sure don't want to tempt fate
you might not have any cake with icing on it
Happy Birthday
and many, many more
and may each one be better than the one before.

By C.H.

Happy, Happy Birthday Dusty
I hope you have not gotten rusty
So, what if you are turning 43
and all the candles melt the icing on your cake
and you don't have enough air to blow them all out
They will still be there next year plus 1 more
so, practice, practice, practice
and next year you will get it perfect
and have icing on your cake and eat it too!

By C.H.