I'm sitting here thinking and scratching my head.
The reason eludes me, why I'm feeling such dread.
I was up working late till quarter to one.
I don't do it often and I don't do it for fun.

Sam and his big sister are playing a game.
(If it weren't for this poem I'd be doing the same.)
Sam is growing up healthy and hardy and bold.
For today my son Samuel is at last six years old!

Six of his friends will be here for the fun.
I'm so proud of him, my six-year-old son.
They're his very best buddies better friends can't be found.
He can't help celebrating when they're all around.

They'll pretend to be robbers they'll pretend to be cops,
They'll eat ice cream and cake and sweet lollipops.
They'll pin the tail on the donkey, and play musical chairs.
They'll run and they'll scream and then laugh cause who cares.

For on this special day it's okay to cut loose.
Get the crumbs on the floor and tip over the juice.
On this special day I won't lecture or scold,
For today my son Samuel is at last six years old!

The idea will arise that balloons should be popped.
The pillows should be thrown and the cat should be dropped.
Is it true that a cat really lands on his feet?
(Let's blindfold him first so we know he won't cheat).

The alarms should go off if they're being too quiet.
For their natural state is inciting a riot.
So when silence ensues I start to get stressed,
(Cause the last time this happened I found the cat dressed).

So what do you think, is this worth it? You bet!
(And so what if the cat has to go to the vet?)
Yes today is a day to be courageous and bold.
For today my son Samuel is at last six years old!