Happy Birthday, Uncle Dave!

Again I've come to write a rhyme
But it's for Uncle Dave this time.
Not to be confused with David
His poem - for another day sav-ED.


For Dave has turned the big THIRTY
One might say - His hands are dirty
In that well-known garden of age
Turning the well-nourished greens into sage.

One talent of his is listening - for sure!

His interest definitely appears to be pure.

You'll find him sitting way back in the back
Listening kindly to all that do talk.

For Dave, wisdom shines from within

And radiates from his eybrows to chin.

We love you Dave and we're so glad you're part
Of our family and we were from the start!

Happy Birthday - We hope your day is fantastic!