Friday, March 07, 2008
Little Big Little Man: Zach’s Third Birthday Poem
Time is short, my friends - much to do this morning, today, and this weekend. Good folk are coming from hither and yon, we’re hosting houseguests for a few days, and on Sunday my little man is having a birthday party on his actual birthday, of all the crazy ideas. In honor thereof, and because I have no goddamn self control anyway, here’s the annual birthday poem for Zachary!
3 is a fabulous number of years
one less than a dog’s legs, one more than its ears
it’s a workable pretext for drinking some beers
for 3 is how many is Zach.
It’s half a half-dozen, or two over six
a minimum number of havdalah wicks
the owl’s sum total of tootsie-pop licks
yes 3 is how many is Zach.
Three-quarters of one U.S. president’s term
birds (in hand) plus (in bush), all pursuing the worm
it’s the number of times you should call to confirm
O, 3 is how many is Zach.
So sing and make merry this ninth day of march
have a nosh if you’re hungry or drink if you’re parched
get down and get funky however you’re starched -
it’s time to hang banners from all of the trees
to dance in the temple anointed with ghee
throw the tiller to starboard and shout “helm’s a-lee”
for Zachary Passachadmanik is 3
Today is a fabulous day.
See ya monday. Party hearty!
