Julia's 8th Birthday by Steve Manick

Again it’s the birthday of Julia Rose,
She’s eight and a beauty, as everyone knows.

She plays the piano and is learning the charts,
Her artwork’s amazing, with rainbows and hearts.

Now starting third grade, she is easy to teach,
She has lots of friends and is loyal to each.

Most often she’s smiling and acts like a dream,
But melt-downs do happen, she’ll stomp and she’ll scream.

She’s picky ‘bout clothing and dresses with style,
With two dozen shoes mostly set in a pile.

And now she’s a Brownie, selling cookies in batches,
Activities earn her a vest full of patches.

Her favorite is pasta, with Parmesan cheese,
But mint chocolate chip brings her right to her knees.

With Mom she likes shopping, and hitting the malls,
And Daddy will tickle, and chase till she falls.

She’s eager to help and so good with her chores,
That’s good when her drink accidentally pours.

She now has a Mac, like her brother and dad,
But an iPod and phone are the next to be had.

The cats all do love her, her bed is their hive,
When she calls them to dinner they all come alive.

An American Girl is the doll that she craves,
And she’ll get it today, picking one of her faves.