Five dozen years marked
Three-score trips around the sun made
At half that many, monkeys danced;
This time's not by that portrayed
Transplanted soil from which I rose
Who Mothers' Day mother's gift made
Glad are we that we you know
Who for us mother's role's not played
But been, inscribed, and held to fast
And added thereto, grandma made
In turn. Happy birthday
Mother dear
And let fears of pranking be allayed!
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