This poem is a little ridiculous, but...
Today on Bulls Bay
We'll have a birthday
It's for Ms. Mittie
A lady most call pretty
Turning a year younger
For the cake, I will hunger
The candles on the cake are a' flamin'
If Lee cuts cake there may be a mamin'
Our visitors she'll greet
A smiling lady is what they'll meet
She'll go get the mail
And phone calls she'll hail
She is our centerpiece
Likes her food without grease
Raised on the farm
Only a snake she'll do harm
A happy birthday is our wish
For you Miss Mittie, not a fish
That made little sense
And I won't ride the fence
For you Miss Mittie
Happy Birthday we wish!
Today Ms. Mittie will celebrate a birthday, but her birthday isn't until the sixth of September. Ms. Mittie has been at the Center since it opened it's doors...in fact, she was around when it was a farm. While her age isn't important, she's turning somewhere between 30 and 80. She's old enough to be a grandmother (she IS a grandmother), looks old enough to be a mother, and sprite enough to be a 20-something...
Enjoy the upcoming birthday Ms. Mittie!
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