By Jen Hunt
I used to tease Dad about not completing a song for me like he did Nat and Jeff. He finished my half-song when I was in my 30’s. When it came time to get this party together, I realized I had never returned the favor. So here goes...
Eight-O, the birthday-O
He did not want a big-to-do
Eight-O birthday-o
But time has come for some ballyhoo
Eight-O birthday-o
Let’s raise a toast to our fav’rite octogenarian
Eighty years and still going strong
For vim and vigor, and that Jill would marry him
Eighty years and still going strong
Hey, Dr. Donald, talk to all your fan-a’s
Cartoons, rocks and savoir faire
What is the secret of your youth and manners?
Perpetually debonair
It’s mowing grass and photographing smiles
Facebook, eBay, amazon, CNN--
Making rounds and driving cars for miles!
Liking each post your loved ones send!
Eight-O the birthday-O
Eight, we say eight, we say eight-O
Eighty years and still going strong
It’s wiping gentlemanly snots
Donald E. Miller is his name
Exclusively with hanky cloths!
Aging suavely is his game
Eight, we say eight, we say eight-o
Eighty years and still going strong
Eighty years and still going strong
