Mason another year has come and gone. Now you are Eight. That sounds a lot like ate. A fire you did make. Then the fire you did ate. Eggs that look like a skull you did make. Those Walker ate. There were trees to climb. Presents to find. Medals, awards and badges you did earn. Trips to Camp O and Disney too. Visiting with your great grandparents and grandparents too. A guinea pig who lives in a cup. Big teeth you have With a stick and a sword you are ready to wallop. In the paper you wrote. So glad I am to see how you year did shape up. Happy Valentines Day to Mason.
