Mom, let's make a cake and frost it all red
For the man we read at time for bed
(And yes, I know that he is dead).
The one who likes green eggs and ham,
And ties our tongues into a jam.
Really I want to watch you juggle
Eggs, flour, sugar and my baby sister-- what a struggle.
And when the cake baking is finished,
Your ego will be so far diminished
Because I'm guessing that you'll burn it
And your children will blatantly spurn it.
On second thought, let's have some ice cream
It's sweet and tasty in the extreme.
I think old Dr. Seuss would love it
And your rhyming skills he'd surely covet.
Happy Birthday dear old Theo
103 today you'd be-oh!
--originally published 3/2/07
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